I was a freshman who suffered from hypoglycemia while squatting in the dormitory while reading novels. I knocked over the water glass while holding on to the peach hard candy I had just opened. At the last second when the electricity passed through my fingertips, the fragrance of peach was still lingering on my tongue. When I woke up again, I became the 6-year-old child who ran away from home to hide from the rain in the novel. When I was a child, he handed me the peach candy of the same brand that I often ate. From that day on, I always carried this candy in my pocket for twelve years. I found that it was all in vain. There was an old peach-flavored candy wrapper beside my pillow. Later, I understood from the silence of the second man. After he saw the photo with the smell of disinfectant, he never waited for me again, and the smell of disinfectant on the tip of my nose also faded away.
Intention: One is in the illness, holding on to the remaining self-esteem and leaving, the other is trapped in the madness of loss.