The boy I liked for ten years is gone.
Because he liked a boy, and that boy obviously had a hard time getting him to like him, but then that boy hurt my boy and made him spurned by everyone, so he transferred to high school.
Later, we finally got in touch, but two years after graduating from college, the first thing I heard about my boy was not how bright and wonderful his future was, but that my boy was gone.
That day, I stood on the bridge where he jumped into the river, looked at the empty place next to me, and said softly: "I'm sorry for making you feel wronged." Then, I jumped without any regrets.
Demining:
1. This article uses the first person and is told from the perspective of a bystander. Please proceed with caution.
2. Super short, not much plot
3. Read the article carefully and don't insult too much.
I don't know what type it belongs to, so I don't know what label to choose for it.
Intention: Come on, I am the best