The day we first met, he stood at the intersection of light and shadow, his eyebrows as cold as frost, but the moment I raised my eyes, there was an imperceptible tremor in his eyes.
I thought it was the romantic beginning of love at first sight, but later I found out that it was a cage set by fate.
I bet my whole youth, all my pride and tenderness, just to exchange a look back at him. He agreed, but used silence and alienation to tie me into this game called "love". We tortured and pulled each other, recalling the throbbing of our first sight when our hatred was at its strongest, and hurting each other due to suspicion when our love was at its deepest.
He said: "If you win the bet, my whole life will be yours."
But only I know that there is no winner in this bundle. We are all swallows trapped in a cage, thinking we have caught the light, but our wings are only burned by the light.
When youth burns out and the gamble ends, we finally see clearly - the so-called entanglement of love and hate is just spending the rest of our lives repaying that hasty heartbeat.
