It hurts so much.
I'm going to die, why doesn't he come to see me?
Is he really not coming?
He really won't come.
I'm dead...
Death is very painful. People often say that death is a kind of relief, but why is my death very painful and painful?
Just because he doesn't love me anymore!
If there is another life, I think I should still choose him, because I still like him.
(I said quietly, it's fleshy, but it's harmonious. You can go to VB to have a look. I'll put it there after I finish writing.)
Ps: This is my first time writing in the first person, and it is a brainless product. I have to say that many of my ideas were figured out during class.
Intention: Misunderstandings can be resolved