I miss that afternoon at the end of my 18th year, that piece of grass, that piece of sky, that boy.
"Look at the clouds in the sky, they are wandering, gathering and dispersing from time to time. Will you one day be like a flowing cloud, quietly drifting away from me? I will never find you again..."
"Fool, no matter how drifting the clouds are, they will never leave this sky. And you are my sky."
"Hahaha, then you will never escape from my grasp in this life!"
And you... How did you disappear... You lied to me.
Ps: I don't plan to write too long. The sugar has some properties of glass slag. This is my first test article. It's a fate update, hehe.