I was dead, but not quite dead.
My crush locked me up here and confessed to me for 30 minutes.
He never came again.
But I know that behind the surveillance camera and the telescope, there is a pair of eyes belonging to him that have been peering at me.
I don't care.
All I know is that I die at dusk and will be reborn at dawn.
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Demining:
1. Both the attack and the feeling are sick. The feeling is a mental illness, while the attack is a real brain disease.
2. First person
3. The full text is very short, with two main texts and one extra chapter.
Intention: Even if you are stuck in the quagmire, you still yearn for the light