[Youth | BE | Parting and death | Regret | High abuse | Healing]
One fall, I attended my fiancée's funeral. Her name was Lin Qianran, and she committed suicide by jumping into the sea. But the real reason for her death is something I still can't understand to this day.
"I would rather care about the people left behind than the people who died." I want to continue living with this thought. I go camping at the beach and actively meet new people. But every time I let down my guard, the pain of the past would follow me like a devil.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Huh? I didn't think about anything."
"Hehe, you must be thinking about something!"
Past and present, reality and memories, I am in such a whirlpool. However, the truth about Xiaoqian's death suddenly and unexpectedly surfaced.
That day, Xiaoqian was sitting on the stone guardrail of the balcony. Her legs were slightly tilted inward, and her body was turned outside the house. Her eyes were staring into the distance motionlessly, as if admiring the twilight flowing on the distant sea level. The guardrail was very high, her feet had already left the ground, and the cold wind flowed into her white skirt. The hem of the skirt kept fluttering, like white silk fluttering from the air, sparkling in the clear night. I suddenly felt that everything happening in front of me seemed unreal, like a beautiful image in a trance dream.
"Ah, you can hear the sound of the tide here. Every time I hear this sound, I feel so at ease."
