The love between me and Miaomiao is like fireworks. After the brilliance, there is no response. It is appropriate to describe it as fireworks that get cold easily. It's just that it's not that I don't love it anymore, it's that she is no longer in love.
The classmate I met when I was a freshman in high school was the pseudonym for my love in this life.
I like her, and when this idea came to me, I just felt ridiculous. How can any girl like girls? I don't want to disturb her or bother her with my emotions.
I thought it would be nice to sit next to her like this without exposing her or confessing to her.
I originally wanted to treat my love as a dream I had in high school, until she smiled and said the word "love" herself.
We are together. I'm very happy. I thought I would be like this for the rest of my life, growing old together with my beloved.
But happiness is always short-lived, and Miaomiao and I finally fell into a conspiracy called man-made disaster.
Miaomiao, I miss you so much.
Please take me away, please allow me to go, please let me go.
Please let me leave, leave this hell on earth.
Intention: Since you left, my life has never been twilight again
