"Fu So," I forced myself to keep my voice steady to prevent myself from crying, "I feel like we don't understand each other. Now for me, getting into a good university is my only goal. I can't let anything hold me back. I think we are more suitable to be friends."
After saying this, I hung up the phone. I really couldn't control myself anymore. I hugged my knees tightly and buried my face deeply in them. Tears poured out like a bursting tide. I was buried in the quilt. I was so heartbroken that I couldn't make a sound and cried silently. I finally understand the feeling of heartache. A heart was growing in your body fine, but suddenly one day, someone took your heart away, but it is still connected to your internal organs, tearing and suffering, but there is nothing you can do. The more you struggle, the more painful it will be. I feel that I am more cruel than an executioner, hurting someone who loves me. It was obviously me who hurt him, but the pain I suffered was no less than his. Love always hurts people all over. Cry, let the tears take away my pain, and let time turn into those ruthless hands and wipe away all my memories of him.