Wedge
In the white ward, the unpleasant smell of disinfectant filled the entire room. The harsh chirping of the machine was firmly remembered in this autumn and winter afternoon. The woman looked coldly at the face that had long since lost any vitality on the hospital bed. It was extremely delicate and ordinary.
The woman just looked at him calmly, with no waves on her cold face. Turn around and leave without the slightest nostalgia. The rising sun's rays penetrated the glass and spread quietly, hoping to bring a little warmth to the person who was no longer breathing in the hospital bed.
Dark, turbid. The white and transparent soul huddles in this dark and netherworld. Falling asleep again and again, replaying it again and again, and then waking up in melancholy and regret.
A vicissitudes of time and serious voice came from afar, "Why don't you reincarnate! Instead, are you willing to be imprisoned here for a thousand years?" The woman raised her head and replied coldly: "I am not willing to accept it!" Yes, she was not willing to accept it. She couldn't reconcile why she didn't treat him well in the first place and missed the person who loved her in vain. It is precisely because of him that he loves so much without any hesitation. It was obviously correct, so why did he end up dying young? She couldn't reconcile why she didn't cherish it properly at the beginning.
She was very stubborn in her life. She only acted according to orders and obeyed the orders of her superiors. So, this time she chose to be stubborn.
An unbearable sigh came from a distant place: "Don't miss this encounter in vain again!" The woman fell into endless darkness before she realized what it meant.