This is a true story. It began simply and ended in silence. No one understood. Perhaps they were both carrying too much. There were no goodbyes and no blessings. After they turned away, neither ever looked back. Only tears remained, swept away by the wind. They went from being closer than anyone, knowing each other inside and out, to becoming strangers who were worlds apart. The maple leaves that year were especially red. After that, neither ever appeared in the other's life again. It was as though she had vanished from the world. Perhaps she had forgotten everything that happened between them; perhaps she had long since found someone else and was living happily; perhaps she was in another city, working hard for her future; or perhaps... Does a perfect beginning doom a love to a tragic end? Yet he had engraved her name deep in his heart: Yuan. That imperfect love, those memories filled with both joy and sorrow, were buried deep within him. He never knew when they might suddenly resurface and stab at the wound that had yet to heal, making it bleed all over again, too painful to bear.
Youth is always like this. So many memories remain vivid. Before we understand what love is, we imagine how beautiful the future will be and idealize everything. Yet we always end up battered and bruised. They were a perfect example. In the end, neither bothered the other again. But they were left with wounds neither could heal, bleeding all the time.
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