Being picked up by my mentor and losing my memory, I thought I would be reunited with my mentor, and like all perfect fairy tale endings, I would live happily in this time and space for the rest of my life.
But. . . . . . When I looked at my mentor, he didn't even look back, chasing a woman who looked exactly like me and disappeared without a trace.
I stared at the hand that wasn't holding his sleeve, and the palm of my hand didn't even feel the warmth of his body. The tears mixed with the snow water left shallow traces on the ground, and I finally knew, I. . . . . . Just a replacement.
This is the copywriting~ Thank you all for taking the trouble. I don't know if I classified it in the wrong category. . That's it for now.
This is my first time writing a text. . 8. If you are lazy, try your best to make bricks. . .
I haven't thought of a name yet, it's also temporary. . The title seems to have nothing to do with the content. .