The keyboard creates first love, and bullying crushes youth. A cup of undrinked strawberry milkshake was the last sweet thing she left for me. A spreading trail of blood was her despair as she was pushed into the abyss.
In the virtual world of "Wind Tracks", she and I were once happy enemies who cheated teammates and saved each other, rebellious partners who secretly wore the director's wig, and first love who clumsily said we liked each other under the fireworks. The sweetness of strawberry milkshake is a footnote to our youth.
Until the poison ivy of jealousy caught up with her.
Rumors, beatings, videotaped threats in bathroom stalls... She pushed me away with the most hurtful words to protect me. In that narrow alley, the bruises on her arms and the blood marks on her collarbone were the beginning of blood.
When the graduation bell rang, the truth was torn apart with blood - her bucket list was filled with the despair of being bullied and the unspoken "protection". Rushing out of the auditorium, she saw her last smile frozen on a dazzling trail of blood amid the sound of brakes.
A USB flash drive took me to the terminal of the game she designed with her life - "Terminal of Silence". After clearing the hellish ruins, what awaited me was not victory, but her confession across life and death: "I like you."
The letter disappeared, leaving only a lonely stone dragon entrenched at the finish line. She is waiting for me. Jumping into the abyss, in the sacred white light - two stone dragons embrace each other forever, inscribing the immortal "stone dragon covenant" in the code world.
Although justice has arrived in reality, youth has been buried. That cup of melted strawberry milkshake, with traces of blood mixed in it, is the most painful and eternal imprint of my life. The strong wind may cease, but love has turned into stone.
