Chen Shuanghui died.
She chose a sunny day and sank into the swift-flowing river.
The first person to hear the news was Zhen, her college classmate and current colleague. Then came Shushu and Qingluo, who lived nearby. After them came her parents, who had rushed over from their hometown; her younger brother, who had heard the terrible news and taken an overnight train back from out of town; Jerry, Cuicui, the class clown...
And many others.
People who, in one way or another, had lit up her life.
From high above, Chen Shuanghui saw the stars that had once shone dimly or brightly in her life gather into a sea, brighter than the dawn.
"Still, being torn between loving someone and not loving them counts as a complete assault on your life."
"Still, our story is over."
[This story is seriously different from what its genre suggests. It's just a little essay, so read at your own risk!]
Theme: Cherish the present
