I haven't written in my diary for a long time, because my hand can no longer hold a pen or record what he wore today, or how beautiful his smile was.
On July 15, I made my preparations to see him one last time. After that, I would set off and never see him again. There wasn't really much to prepare. I had no change of clothes, and fortunately, he was so stingy that he would never give me any. I only watched him quietly, just as I always had.
A short story, now complete. Dark in tone.
Theme: May all girls receive the care they need and be treated with tenderness.
So has the heroine turned into a male god? It's so weird, but I still have to give it a thumbs up.
Looks good, looking forward to future developments