She was 16 that year and he was 18. On a busy street at night
She turned her back to the boy and said, "Let's break up."
"Why?" The boy's eyes gradually became moist.
"No reason, let's end it, I'm sorry," the girl said calmly. Little did she know that her eyes had become wet many times last night.
The boy pulled her over and hugged her tightly, not wanting her to leave. The girl tried her best to break free from the embrace that belonged to her.
She left without looking back, and in the end she only saw the girl walking into the sea of people, her back gradually blurring until she could no longer be seen.
He desperately called the girl's name, but never saw her again.
The boy collapsed instantly. On the busy street, he squatted down and cried silently, like a homeless child.
The crowd at the street gradually disappeared, and the boy was walking down the street in despair, not knowing where he was going.
Early morning
When the boy got home, he frantically called the girl. What I got was the sentence "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off." . . . The boy kept beating as hard as he could, calling his girl's friend, but he got the same answer. She's gone.
The boy didn't know what was missing, his heart was so empty, maybe he couldn't even feel the heartache.