Short story, first person, double purity, not a scumbag in attack, not a bitch in suffering, there is no such thing as being strong, I can only say that I am not weak in endurance, not a sissy, a redemption story? I can't say, but I know it's he. As for how he did it, it's a secret. It's a bit silly because I don't have much imagination, but don't worry, they all have big mouths and there are no bad guys.
This article is probably about the kind of illness I have, the kind that can't be cured, the kind that makes me feel uncomfortable when I see the person I like. Anyway, it's the love between two crazy people.
I have a bet, it's big and it's small: the person I love will always love me
What's the stakes? In my life, if he wins, I will leave him; if he loses, we leave each other.
I have a strange disease, and I love him very much. I don't want him to hate him, not ever. He has never failed me, he loves me very much, I am not deceiving myself.
He is a flower that grows towards the sun
I like snow, but I don't like winter
We met in thorn bushes, we kissed and died in thorn bushes
I will always remember
that
The boy among the thorns
Purpose: No matter what, we should be full of hope in life