Some things can only stay in memory and be sealed forever.
Just like his experience, no matter how glorious the front is, he will end up in filth and sink into a quagmire.
He smiled slightly, half of it was light and half of it was darkness.
"Don't cry."
I don't know when, but the fingertips of my left hand would leave traces of black wherever they passed.
His smile gradually twisted, and he inserted his fingers into his hair, covering his right eye.
"You said you would always be with me, always."
"You know, I hate people who lie."
He grinned, revealing his white teeth.
Can it be faster?