Like the opening of every elegant, desperate story, the view is filled with tiny fragments of shattered color. A heartrending roar pounds against the eardrums, like a cry that cannot reach the heart.
Everything is a lonely celebration.
Everything is a black-and-white backdrop, like a futile attempt to celebrate and please.
No one notices a woman sitting there, utterly lost. Her makeup is smudged, but there are no tears.
On an ordinary day, a woman tucked away in a corner like this might attract no more than a few men trying to strike up a conversation.
But
“Girl drinking alone in the corner, lift your head.”
In a daze, she realized that everyone around her was looking at her, the men with curiosity and the women with envy. The crowd parted of its own accord. The man walked through those blurred, mottled colors, his low, faintly trembling voice making the distance between them seem like a tunnel through time leading to a fairy tale.
“The gift coming up is just for you, ”
“Snap.” At the sound of his fingers, the noisy, frenzied bar fell silent in an instant. Then, with a sudden flash, the bright white fluorescent lights came on across the room, replacing the disorienting colors.
He said
“Darkness will bury your beauty. Only the light can make you shine beyond compare.”
She met him at the turn of her darkest hour, as if it were a lie planned long ago. But deep in her heart, she took it for a vow. Yet I think you know that a vow and a lie are only one step apart.
This blurb seems to have nothing to do with the story... I don't know if it'll still be usable... But I don't have anything better for now, so I'll leave it here... (gets smacked)
Readers, just take this passage as a way to lower the tension...
As you can see, this story wears the guise of “elegance and despair,” while secretly hiding countless landmines. Its cleverest trick is that, under this calculated atmosphere, those who get struck by the plot twists don't even see them coming... Everyone passing through, watch your step...
That's all.
This story is being revised and reorganized... To reopen on a later date
In fact, I like mature people very much. After reading this article, I will unconsciously think of that friend from before, and I will unconsciously get entangled...
I fought all the way here just to make up for the points~ Haha, I will always support you
The young man has a handsome face, focused eyes, and a sunny smile. It seems that everyone has this kind of memory in our girlhood, deeply buried in our psychology, but now I have forgotten it.
It doesn't have to be too luxurious... It's also very bluffing. My classmate's family has one. It's an Audi Q7. It drags you to death in front of us and you still pretend to be low-key. Damn rich people.
Make up points! Come on dear!
Write quickly, looking forward to it
No score, sorry, my eyes are small! Come on, how can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain! Victory lies in persistence! Go forward with dignity! (I feel a little cold)
It's well written, but it's too heavy.
Hmm... When you see "Since I said but, since I have described so much, then there must be a twist." I know that the author is very kind, haha The description is very good. I hope to see a great story! Come on!