Because my hair had been weighed down by the hat for too long, and I couldn't find a comb, no matter how I took care of it, it was messy and fell down on my forehead, like the scribblings I drew on books when I wasn't listening to classes in junior high school.
I hid my entire face under the hoodie of my sweatshirt and rubbed it with my hands hurriedly. The scented vines of smoke hidden in the velvet slipped out from the base of my ears. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I pinned the hood behind my back, the curls reaching to my eyebrows curved like green algae in the water.
"Isn't she coming today?"
"She asked for leave, and I came with her in reverse."
"Oh." I wanted to leave with a little regret, but in the blink of an eye I seized the fleeting courage and asked: "Does she have a boyfriend?"
"Yes."
He breathed a long sigh of relief and stopped breathing for a moment.
Like a stone dropped into the sea, it sinks so far that even the sun cannot reach it.
I didn't even care about my dignity. I said "give up" and left in a hurry. It seems that something can be preserved in this way, but it is more like the sour side of the grapes leaking out because I can't eat the grapes.
Close the mall door. Watching the wind blowing through the branches and piles of withered yellow trees, the surging emotions seemed to be dispersed in the flow of people coming and going.
Intention: No idea, just write down the people passing by, like rainwater painting a wall, until dawn, only moss is left looking at the end of the house