When I died, I was still wearing my wedding dress.
That day he had a car accident and I ran out of the bridal shop and ran three streets.
When he ran to the hospital, he was covered with a white cloth.
That night, I took sleeping pills.
Before he died, he sent him a message: "I'm here to accompany you."
A week later, police opened his phone.
I found out that he wasn't going to buy a cake that day.
To meet another woman.
But I'm already dead.
Lying there, knowing nothing.
On the day of the funeral, a woman stood outside the crowd.
Wearing a black skirt and holding a black umbrella.
He didn't cry, he just stood there and looked at me.
There was something in his hand, which flashed in the sunlight.
I don't know her.
Never seen it before.
Later, a WeChat account added me as a friend.
The avatar is a back view, and there is only one photo in the circle of friends——
A necklace. It's silver and the pendant is a small moon.
It was exactly the same as the one in the woman's hand at the funeral.
The seventh day after my death.
She sent a message:
"You want to know how he died?"
Dead men don't answer.
Even the dead will not know——
The woman who stood at my funeral,
Why are you looking at me as if you are looking at yourself?
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I am waiting to die in happiness.
It wasn't him who was waiting, it was another me.
