She wrote a 20,000-word farewell letter to "him".
She remembers the first time he stepped on her foot, elbowed her in the eye, and awkwardly said "I'm sorry."
She remembered him on the basketball court, wearing a dirty red plaid shirt and shooting three-pointers accurately.
Later they had a cold war. She texted "Good night, baby" in the early hours of the morning, but no one responded because he was used to going to bed early.
She dreamed that she turned into a white dove, and then dreamed that she was standing at a crossroads and was hit by an overloaded truck.
The letters were scattered, some were soaked in blood, and some were floating to unknown directions.
And he copied and pasted the "universal breakup quote" on the other end of the phone, and then turned on Do Not Disturb messages.
——Do you think this is a tragedy?
No. The writer of the story wakes up in the morgue, walks up to you, holds your face and says:
"I want you to live with pain and itch."
She bets you will remember this sentence.
"That's it for now, in Jianghu's dream, Tashi Delek."
Intention: Rebuilding oneself in brokenness, learning to live in despair - not a fairy tale, but a choice.