[Short story, 5k-2w]
I had a dream.
There are gray seas, withered begonias, heavy dark clouds, and rolling waves.
Confusion enveloped me, the cold seawater stimulated my skin, and countless cells clamored uneasily.
Weightlessness and pain rise from the ankles, entwine, and overlap. The red lights are the eyes of an alcoholic. The spiritual world collapses and shatters, and desolate and lonely dreams abound.
I lowered my struggling hand and let the lake swallow my breath, and darkness replaced the light.
At that moment, I chose to appoint.
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At the moment when life disappeared, I clearly saw him holding my hand.
Note: First person perspective of the heroine, ending be.
Intention: The most painful thing for people is waking up from a dream and having no way out.