[The article will probably be published in January, currently being written, looking forward to it]
There is a custom in our hometown. Once someone dies in the family, the ashes must be buried together in the cemetery. The words on the tombstone must be engraved by children or relatives, and it must be in spring. It is said to mean that life will continue, all things will revive, and the family will be happier there.
So in the spring of 2021, my lover was buried in my hometown. I held his ashes in my arms and refused to let go.
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My brother and I are in love, but we are not biological brothers.
In the fall of 2020, he planned to take me to England to get married. During the process, he gave me a grand proposal and slowly put on the engagement ring for me after reading the vows.
He said:
"Wen Yuqing, you are my wedding gift and belong only to me."
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The day he was in a car accident was the darkest moment in my life.
He was covered in blood, but he was still shouting my name.
Before the ambulance could wait, he had already expired.
My brother made a mistake and I haven't waited for him to marry me.
Didn't he say that he would protect me for the rest of his life? Why did he leave first?
That spring, I cried for a long time in front of his tombstone.
Maybe he exists just to spend some time with me.
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My lover died in the spring of the second year, the spring of the second year when he and I fell in love with each other.
There are still some weeds on the tombstone that have not been cleaned up, and there are also traces of my tears that have not been cleaned up.
I love you so much that I will remember you forever, I love you so much that I can't sleep at night. I hope that in the next life you can turn into a spring butterfly and flow into my hot heart.
Psychological counselor & boring diplomat
The age difference is five years. Suggestions be advised with caution
Intention: Regret
