Blurb
That year, beneath the roses, she met someone.
He wore a baseball cap, dark sunglasses, and a mask.
She stepped closer, one step at a time,
and called softly.
He backed all the way to the fence,
nearly tripping,
but she caught him just in time
and softly said, "Careful."
He was thin and tall,
his skin whiter than the roses,
his fingers cold as ice,
and a faint fragrance clung to him,
a peach scent.
She said, "I like you."
He took off his sunglasses and mask.
His lips were tinged with purple,
his brows and eyes as white as snow,
and even his pupils were a dreamy pale violet.
Then he lowered his gaze and said, "Say that after you've seen what I look like." She held him tight.
She said, "You're so beautiful. How about I stay by your side from now on?"
He agreed.
After that, she would shape his brows and paint his lips,
encourage him to take off his sunglasses and mask,
stay by his side,
and help him through his illness.
Alas, an angel who had fallen into the human world could not stay for long.
He ascended to heaven ahead of time.
Standing beneath the roses once more,
she thought of him,
of that silver-haired boy who always kept his head down,
and could only sigh: Life is unpredictable.
Theme: Live toward the sun, and exist to heal and understand.
Please write a message next time. Although the illness is weak, it is cured or we are still together warmly. No matter how bad the parallel time and space extra is, it would be better to give the male protagonist a healthy body ~ 555 is so sad!