[Ghost Slayer] There Is No Me Here

The sun that day was still so warm and dazzling. Deep in the memory, a man with a high ponytail and flame markings on his face held the handle of the knife with a compassionate expression. His lips moved, and he didn't know what he was saying. The backlit face looked so unreal. Don't look like that, it's my choice. In darkness, but toward the light. People like me should have died long ago. So don't feel sorry, don't feel guilty. The gradually carbonized hands stretched forward and grabbed his trousers as if pleading. "Kill me." The man's hand holding the knife paused for a moment, as if hesitating for something. He quickly withdrew, raised the knife and dropped it, and everything returned to calm. The flower tie with the red sun disk moving in the wind became the last thing he saw before his death. # Short story# No cp, I originally had it, but I wiped it out with a slide. There are some timeline issues, please ignore them (sweat) Intention: Regain yourself and seek authenticity