Her hands were empty. Walk from midday to daylight warming.
Arrive. The grass is all orange-gold, and there is a back that is almost melting into it.
Lift the skirt, step by step. Stop at a distance where you can't hear each other's movements.
No one spoke, and no one looked at anyone.
When warm red dyes the world.
It turned out that he was holding a lot of warm red fruits in his hands.
She obviously just rolled her eyes inadvertently and stood half a seat behind him——
"Want to eat?"
⋯⋯I was caught staring at other people's food.
"Wash..." "Thank you." Passed.
She snatched away the top one. The two fingers also try to avoid touching other fruits. Very polite. Not careful either. After taking a bite, he said, "It's very sweet."
There is a full smile, stored in the curved eyebrows. The temples are all lilac color. It's very sweet.
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Her bed is in the living room.
One bed curtain and one curtain.
The frame is square and rectangular, like a hospital. Like a coffin.
"Unhappiness after every happiness is the normal state I am used to."
If everything goes smoothly throughout the day, you will feel uneasy and want to throw something away, so you don't have to worry about it suddenly exploding.
"You'll know when you come next time."
Next time. Will there be a next time?
Yes, there actually is. But the curse on happiness remains.
It doesn't matter. She doesn't want it anymore. Want nothing.
Unable to distinguish the rain of blood that night, she found him trapped under a rock.
"Want to take a gamble?
I bet you won't die. You bet I can survive. "
She's not dead. Why.
The stagnant vitality in summer is melted by winter snow.
On her manuscript paper——
The youth is full of vitality, but it is like the late blooming season.
Just like the late blooming season——
Anyone write a reply below.
Because after the flowers fall, they bear fruit, like cherry tomatoes.
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* CPTSD female protagonist x PTSD male protagonist
*"White cut gray" high-sensitivity, tough and transparent little white flower x "Gray cut white" rough male mother
* 11 years age difference
*Slow heat sweet and sour, SC, HE
Intention: Your existence itself is precious enough
