At dusk, the long thread of sadness was put away, and a kind of sadness was pulled out from the bottom of my heart, until the place where the light beam could not touch, a little boy stood alone by the swing, his eyes were sad, his shadow was stretched very long, revealing unspeakable loneliness, muttering to himself, "I am not a monster, I am not."
"Why are your eyes so sad?" A girl walked up to the boy, her soft and childish voice made people feel comfortable.
The boy was startled and looked up at the speaker. The gentle words made him relax. "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Well... Everyone says I'm a devil," the girl thought for a while and said. "What about you? Who are you and why is there so much sadness in your eyes?"
The boy was surprised to hear someone say that he was a devil for the first time, but he lowered his head when he heard what she said next: "I'm not a monster. Why does everyone say I am a monster? Why don't you be friends with me?"
"Are friends important?"
The boy obviously didn't expect the girl to ask this question. He looked up at her and said, "I want friends."
The girl stretched out her white hand to the boy and said softly as before, "I don't have any friends either. So, little monster, are you willing to be friends with the little devil?"
The boy couldn't believe it when he heard that someone wanted to be friends with him, but he still put his hand on hers tremblingly and said, "I do."
The girl let out a relaxed and melodious laugh and said, "Now you and I are no longer alone. I will bear your fear and anxiety for you."