I stood in the darkness of the alley, looking indifferently at the young man not far away, standing in the sunshine, chatting and laughing with others, the young sunshine, and even the future.
It's all reflected in him.
Subconsciously, I stretched out my hand forward, trying to catch the beam of light, but I pulled my hand back as if it was burned.
That was me in the past, without any ill will and full of hope for the future.
I traveled through time, strictly speaking, I went back in time.
Unprepared, just for a moment, in the blink of an eye, I appeared here. The sun cut the alley, and I hid in the shadows.
And a familiar face passed in front of him.
It's me in the past.
I haven't experienced those things yet.
I leaned against the wall and looked at him walking away: It's great, nothing has happened yet.
The figure moved further and further away, and when it disappeared, I withdrew my sight.
My scarred right hand touched my chest. There was a deep scar there. It was ugly and unsightly, and it was the beginning of my tragedy.
Without this scar, would I have grown up like him?
Unfortunately, there is no if.
I should take action to stop everything from happening and protect myself.
But why, why have I experienced so many things and you can escape everything? You are me. You should also experience the things I have experienced.
I thought so, holding my chest and squatting down in pain.
(Any similarity is purely coincidental, if it doesn't work I'll copy yours)
Intention: Love yourself well