When Agua attended a class reunion, a classmate disappeared
"You made a mistake, right? He's just a stranger who went wrong. His name is not on his graduation photo, his classmate list is not written, and no one remembers him. What evidence do you have that he is a classmate of our class?"
"He didn't come to take graduation photos that day. He was such an introvert and no one asked him to write a class list. No one remembered how normal it is!" Agua retorted.
"Then what did you say his name was?"
"His name is... His name is..." Agua was stunned. He couldn't say the other person's name.
All memories, all seemingly strong evidence are like the wind carrying away sand, like the moment you wake up from a dream, everything that was clear in the dream suddenly becomes blurry.
Does the other party really exist?
(A high school fantasy, not a suspense science fiction, but a topic about self-thinking and loneliness, an interesting little fantasy)
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you