Before I was 18 years old, I thought that liking someone meant looking back at them all the time. Later I learned that some people will fall apart if they look back too much.
The story begins in January - not with the note, but with the sound he called her: "Sui Chao." She thought it was a nickname, but it turned out to be an unfinished goodbye.
The whole class knew she liked him, he was the only one pretending not to know. Until that day in physical education class, the sunshine was too good to be true, and she stood in front of him and said those four words. "I know," he said. He paused for a long moment, then added, "Me too."
They are together. We walked the road home from school together, shared a pair of headphones together, and sat on a bench in the park all afternoon. He said, "I'll choose the song next time," and she believed him.
Then he slowly became distant. It was not that he no longer loved her, but that he kept sinking. She said, "Let's go see the sea together in the future." He said, "Okay." But then she went to see the sea alone. The moment she said those words, it was actually a kind of farewell.
They start on a Friday and end on a Thursday. One day missing. Just like the gust of wind that she had been waiting for for a long time, it never came back.
If she could only have one sentence in her introduction, it would be: "May the wind of the new year bring happiness throughout the journey." She thought it was a blessing, but later she realized that it was a prophecy.
Campus crush | BE | A story about a day apart
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Intention: You have been waiting for someone, but in the end you have been waiting for yourself.
