0 Fell deeply into depression, and his long-term mental depression caused him to suffer from psychogenic aphonia and became a "little mute" who was unable to speak. In the boundless darkness, it met 1. On the rooftop, he wanted to jump, but 1 appeared beside him and chatted with him. Later, 1 reached out to him, shouldered the burden of life alone, and accompanied him to fight against the pain little by little. But in fact, 1 himself also has primary chronic insomnia disorder and autonomic nervous system dysfunction.
As the days slowly dawned, 0's depression gradually recovered. He took up writing a story that belonged to the two of them, and earned his first income from the novel. They shopped and laughed together, thinking that the suffering was over and happiness was ahead.
But there is an undercurrent surging beneath the calm, and 1 is burdened with an unknown collapse alone. On an ordinary noon, 0 finished his rehabilitation training and returned home with a cake that his lover loved to eat, but there was no one at home. A phone call with only the sound of wind revealed the cruel truth, and 0 ran to the rooftop desperately.
On the rooftop where the wind was raging, the two of them looked at each other from a distance. 1 Said his final confession and then fell straight back. 0 Rushed forward regardless of his body, his fingertips just passed by, unable to grab anything.
After a long recovery, 0 finally gained the ability to fully speak. But the love hidden deep in my heart never had time to be told to the living. The person who used to accompany me day and night has turned into a cold tombstone, and my belated confession can only be told to the tombstone. The story was written perfectly, but in reality there was only regret. In the rest of the life that we should have spent together, he was the only one left to hold on to the memories and live alone with endless longing.
Intention: Love can redeem others, but it may not be able to redeem oneself.