A man huddled in the chair in front of the desk, staring blankly at the screensaver pattern on the computer screen.
There was an inexplicable fireworks outside the window. With a bang, I turned my head inadvertently and saw the brilliance reflected from the window of the house opposite. It was intertwined with the lights, and the stars were dotted, but I didn't know what I wanted to catch.
I glanced at the dim mobile phone and couldn't help but pick it up and press it casually. It was still the typed text message: "Good night, I love you." Fumbling around, I saw the familiar name that was no longer familiar, but I didn't know how to press the send button today.
There was the sound of fireworks again outside, and it was just a dark area, not as brilliant as before. Even the light was only the one on the bedside, and I felt coldly that I was the only one left.
Conception: