I'm dead.
Terminal brain cancer.
My spirit still lingers around the body.
I watched him cry continuously. Even though I was near him, my cold body did not hug him as tightly as usual.
I moved forward, smiling and wanting to hold him, but the moment my hands passed through his body, my smile froze and deteriorated.
He was obviously just crying and teasing me as usual, but why were his tears so hot this time?
"Stop crying... Don't cry... Obey... Xiao Ting..."
My words couldn't make him stop crying like they always did.
"Cheng Yu... Wow..."
He cried like a child.
God, please, make an exception and turn back time.
I can't bear to see someone I love deeply being treated unfairly. He clearly just loves someone, yet he suffers these grievances.
—Newbie's first post, short story—
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