That night he sat beside my bed and covered me with the quilt that had been kicked to pieces.
He looked at me for a long time, I could feel it. He even kissed the corner of my eyebrow.
"Don't leave." I groped in the darkness and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
He paused and ruffled my hair.
But he left anyway.
When I woke up from my dream, I heard thunder roaring outside. I laughed at myself and lit a cigarette in despair, soaking the pillow.
"I will be back." He said to me in the dream.
"You should hurry up." I covered my eyes with my hands, "I'm having a hard time."
……
Is there such a person? When you are in front of him, everything seems to be back to square one.