I fell in love with my brother.
That was a mistake, he said.
He is my brother in name only. He is not related by blood, but he uses ethics and responsibility to build a cliff between us. The hotter I am, the colder he is; the closer I am, the more he retreats. He calculated my life for me, arranged everything for me, and then told me in the calmest tone: "I am your brother, I was before, I will be in the future, and I will be until death."
I thought he was really indifferent.
Until that afternoon, the ward was pale. I leaned forward, and the second before my lips were about to touch his——
His tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently for me.
At that moment, I encountered the quietest roar deep in the cliff.
Purpose: Explores the paradox of love, the tragedy of reason, the lag of understanding, and the eternal struggle of human beings between emotions and norms. It allows readers to feel heartbroken by a specific story and at the same time, they can't help but reflect on the "unspoken" and "hindsight" in their own lives.
It not only talks about "they can't love each other", but also asks: When love wears the armor of reason and moves in a deviant posture, are we still able to recognize it? And we may spend our whole lives learning how to identify those silent loves.