Sorry, I'll always love the beauty of tragic endings.
After Rong Qing took her own life, few people remembered her. Even the handful of fans and close friends she had would slowly forget her.
Rong Qing's whole life seemed to revolve around depression. She was so fragile that she couldn't bear even the smallest hardship.
Qing means light. She was small to begin with, light as a feather. Time would erase everything, including her.
On the day Rong Qing died, Ming Zhao was right beside her. He watched her take her own life with near indifference, then fell into a deep sleep with her.
"Do you love me?"
"I don't know."
"I know. Maybe you will love me, maybe you won't."
"I'll always be here."
"I know."
Her silence belongs to me, her eyes belong to me. I feel as if I've known her before. She understands my childhood, my present, my future, as though she's always been watching me, able to see into the deepest part of my soul... I know she's my destined love, my other half..., Marc Chagall
One has bipolar disorder; the other lacks the ability to feel emotions.
She doesn't need saving. They are each other's salvation.
Radiant older sister with bipolar disorder x silent younger brother (not really) who lacks the ability to feel emotions
Three-year age gap.
More or less childhood friends.
I'm a rather sensitive person myself, so I always put my own emotions into my novels.
Start date undecided. Not sure if this will be a short story or a long one. I doubt I can write a very long story.
Theme: Dark and twisted
