She: (quietly, for fear of waking him up) Well... Your eraser fell off.
Him: (without opening his eyes, curling the corners of his mouth) This is the third time.
She: (stiffened suddenly and almost dropped the scratch paper to the ground) W-what?
He: (Finally raised his eyes, turned to look at her, eyes clear) This is the tenth time you have sat in this position, and the third time, pick up my eraser.
She: (her cheeks instantly burned up and she hid the scrap paper in her arms in a panic) I, I didn't...
He: (reaching out, fingertips lightly touched the corner of the paper she had hidden in the crook of her elbow) Drawn me?
She: (her head buried lower, her voice as thin as a gnat)... It doesn't look good.
Him: (laughing out loud, his voice too gentle) It doesn't matter.
(Pauses, then moves closer, at a volume that only the two of them can hear)
Anyway, I can watch it twelve times.
It was midnight on the overpass, the hands had just settled, and the dust was floating in the moonlight. She clutched his blood-stained cuffs, breathing tremblingly, and his face was as pale as paper.
She: (Voice trembling out of tune) How many times has this happened? Tell me, how many times is this?
He: (with a very faint smile, fingertips touched the tears in the corners of her eyes) Wouldn't it be better to forget? Forget it and it won't hurt.
She: (shaking her head violently and squeezing his hand) I can't forget it! I will remember the way you fell in front of me every time! You said there would be a solution. What solution?
He: (lowering his eyes, looking at the hands held by the two of them, his voice was as soft as a sigh) The solution... Is that someone should stay, trapped in this circle, and never get out.
Her: (pupils shrink suddenly) What do you mean?
He: (Looking up, his eyes were full of tenderness and determination that she couldn't understand. At this moment, the needle sounded its first dull tone)
Nothing.
Just want to tell you,
Next time, don't come back to me.
The two ends of the Möbius strip are the love that I dare not say, and the parting that I have to say.
Intention: Be brave to love