I once imagined that you and I were intersecting lines that were entangled, but I didn't want us to just meet at a specific time and then drift away.
We both pushed each other to the edge of a cliff, and gradually there was no way out. I always wrap you up like a giant eagle, preventing others from hurting you. I thought this was protection, but I didn't expect that it was my sharp claws that hurt you in the end. I was wrong, so wrong. And I don't dare to ask you if you will give me a chance to live again. You always think about it for a long time, and I always force myself to say to you, "Hurry up and leave. I've been meaning to say this for a long time." In fact, I'm afraid that your answer will come out of your mouth, and I can't stand this strong sense of gap. We hit the wall every time we were together. I was like a mindless hedgehog that dug deeply into your flesh every time. There was only torture when we were together. Kite, fly if you want. I won't pull on the string anymore. It still hurts if I pull it tight. When the skin and flesh were torn, the wind stopped and the kite fell, unable to fly again. Kite, fly if you want. This time I let go, the sky is high and the birds can fly
(The introduction is written from the perspective of the male protagonist + the text is developed from the perspective of the female protagonist)
Purpose: I write to a stubborn person who always believes that any relationship is eternal. I want to tell her that she is too naive. I want to tell her that there is no reason for any parting of ways at any time.