This is a small seaside town. Xia Yu was born here, and has always felt that this is where he belongs.
One summer vacation, Xia Yu got a new neighbor.
"Did you come here to watch the sun too?"
ten-year-old Xia Yu asked.
"No."
eleven-year-old Lu Yanshu said.
"Should we run away?"
sixteen-year-old Lu Yanshu said.
"Sure."
fifteen-year-old Xia Yu said.
They both thought it was the most beautiful sunset they had ever seen.
"Summer vacation's over again. We'll see each other next year..."
seventeen-year-old Xia Yu said.
"Let's video call and do our homework together when we get back."
eighteen-year-old Lu Yanshu said.
"Okay."
But they didn't see each other the following year. They met again a month after school started.
"I want to go back. I should go back."
nineteen-year-old Xia Yu said.
Twenty-year-old Lu Yanshu said nothing.
Twenty-two-year-old Lu Yanshu laid a bunch of baby's breath on the rocks beneath the cliff. The sea breeze blew the flowers into the ocean.
"I think I should have said it sooner."
Only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks answered him.
"Sometimes I think about becoming a star, just staying up there and watching the tides come and go every day. That wouldn't be so bad, haha."
"You can't become a star."
"I know..."
(I'll do my best to finish this soon. It's very short, maybe around ten chapters.)
Theme: You always have to return to the place where you belong.
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