Mo Mo felt like he was rotting.
What seeps out from the bones is not some adolescent pretentiousness, but a definite and irreversible decay - like autumn leaves, which begin to turn yellow and curl from the edges, and eventually break into powder. Severe depression locks him in a cage of self, and he rejects everyone, including that person.
Yun Xu.
Silent, paranoid, like a knife that never leaves his body. He is Momo's only "painkiller" - the effect is short-lived and the side effects are fatal. The way he loves Momo is not to save, but to bind; not to accompany, but to occupy. He would pinch Mo Mo's wrist when he tried to escape, silently press him into his arms when Mo Mo stayed up all night, and say with almost pathological tenderness: "You can't leave."
So the two people became each other's prisoners and jailers.
One pushed away desperately - "You shouldn't come close to me, I will dirty you."
One tied up desperately - "Then let's get dirty together."
But painkillers always wear off. The dose always needs to be increased. As Yun Xu's paranoia becomes more and more airtight, Mo Mo's collapse becomes more and more complete. They are like fighting, hugging is like drowning, and every "I love you" is like saying "I hate you".
Late autumn. Mo Mo finally made that decision.
He left a suicide note with only one line: "Painkillers will lose their effectiveness, and corrupt people should not be redeemed."
When Yun Xu arrived, the balcony door was open, the wind poured in, and the room was filled with the scent of rotten osmanthus. He didn't cry or yell. He just squatted down, picked up the suicide note, folded it, and put it in his chest pocket.
Since then, Yun Xu has become an empty shell. Every day he wiped the cup left by Mo Mo, folded the clothes that Mo Mo didn't have time to put away, and said good night to the air. He no longer loves or hates anyone. He was just waiting for the day when he would also rot.
——There is no rebirth, no reunion, no "waiting for you in the next life."
In this story, decay is decay and death is death. Some people are destined not to be saved, and some love is destined to be an abyss.
And you can't change anything.
Purpose: Happy every day