[Short story, the main text is finished, there are more and longer extras, and the output is continuous. Don't be scared by the introduction, the introduction is just to show off your writing skills!
[Frivolous, gentle, rich n-generation attack × hard-mouthed, soft-hearted, upright and accepting]
The phone was hung up.
With his temperament... It will come soon.
I smiled and took out a cigarette case from my pocket.
Someone once said to me that smoke can relieve sorrow. I don't believe it and I never smoke.
Now, because of the same person, I bought a cigarette, lit a fire and watched him fend for himself.
I don't regard him as a fairy tale, but like the little match girl, I see the person I have hated for half my life in the flickering light.
Ten years ago, he personally brought disaster to me. I fled with scars all over my body and hated him to the core.
It was betrayal and abandonment. He personally pulled me out of the abyss, said he loved me, and then made me the best shield.
Countless times in my sleep, I imagined him being doomed, imagining him kneeling down to beg for mercy, imagining him bowing his head to admit his mistake... But when I saw him in the interrogation room, my first thought was -
He lost weight.
"In view of the low willingness of the criminal suspect in this case to cooperate, the original investigators have a deep understanding of his psychological characteristics, and hereby apply to continue to participate in the interrogation work..."
This is the application I submitted by hand.
"Officer."
That was the first thing he said to me when he saw me.
"Do you hate me?"
Why are you looking at me?
Why are you asking these?
Why are you talking about topics that have nothing to do with the case?
Coming out of the interrogation room, I was complicated and confused.
Hiss... The pain brought me back to reality. When I looked down, the cigarette burned my hand. I let go of my hand and the cigarette fell to the ground, louder than life.
A few days later, I saw the words he left in the autographed confession, and I laughed.
It turns out that I was the only one who was the funny clown from beginning to end.
After a long time, I called the number.
"Want to save her?" I laughed, "Of course."
"Let him beg me."
The cigarette burned out and I couldn't take the first puff.
But if you don't smoke, you can't relieve your sorrow, and you can't relieve your hatred.
No.
If I don't eliminate my hatred, I won't be able to eliminate my sorrow.
Love is smoke, it seems light, but it is choked in the heart and lingers; hate is ashes, burned out, it still leaves a mess that cannot be wiped clean.
In this way, in one cigarette, I hated him over and over again, but I also missed him over and over again.
The smoke is gone, but the residual warmth is still there; the person is gone, but the obsession is still there.
If you don't hate thoroughly, old wounds will recur.
Only when love is not dead can we dare to make the same mistakes again.
THE. END.&THEY. START.
Consumption guidelines for this article:
1. This article is short, hey, you can eat it with confidence, there will be a lot of extras, except for the memory part, it is all sweet.
2. This article adopts an imaginary world view, so don't read it carefully if it is not rigorous.
3. The event itself is not clear in the main text, which focuses on emotional description. The incident is described in detail in the recall part of the extra chapter.
4. Everything can be resprayed except the character itself.
Intention: The hatred in the bones grows like crazy and grows into the love that surrounds the bones.
