He died on the day I asked for love.
He had a crush on her for three years and wrote twenty-one diaries, all in her name.
When she cried, he handed her tissues. He stayed with her when she was hurt. When she asked "how to write the word love", he was silent all night.
He died on his way to see her the next day.
Ten years later, she learned the truth from another woman—and it wasn't an accident. Someone said in his ear: "She is waiting for you on the other side."
He believed it, went away, and never came back.
And that woman is still watching them from the dark.
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