We are like blindfolded people in the light, trying to hug each other, but stabbing each other hard with a sharp knife.
I know?
Embrace and be cut to pieces at the same time.
So I learned to back off. Step by step.
There was a certain corner where I could no longer move forward. There is a familiar body temperature behind me.
We slowly slid along the wall and sat on the ground.
My back was against his chest.
I could lean back, tilt my head slightly, and lean on his shoulder.
So I couldn't see his expression.
The memories of the past ended abruptly here.
I blindfolded myself. Open your arms. Step by step. Walking at a pace I am familiar with.
I hit something.
It's a cold, cold wall. I tried to move closer inward and felt my bones and flesh being squeezed together.
So I sat on the ground alone along the wall.
I fell backwards but hit nothing.
I wanted to hug myself, but my hands went through my body.
You exist so I exist.
The copy was written a few years ago, respecting the state of mind at the time and not being modified. It's been a long time since I've written anything, so please forgive me for my immature writing style. A dual-timeline story with a slightly literary style. Clear water direction. The 10,000-word short story has been completed and will be updated in the manuscript box the next day. There is no wifi around me, so it will take some time after finishing to modify the progress of the article.
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