I changed my mind. I will write about Narcissus in my next book.
-Copywriting-
In fact, you have long been tired of writing, tired of writing about the ambiguous pull and temptation between two people, tired of writing about those staring at each other and insignificant kisses. You are puzzled by the mysterious and elusive love. The protagonists in the novel have become cold, depressed and lack of interest. They no longer know what to ask for from each other, and they don't know why the two people have to be together.
Anyway, a person has gone through all the hard times, and only he can remember some of the secrets that are rotten in his stomach.
A person who looks so sunny on the surface also has a dark side that few people know about in private.
You will go crazy with jealousy and pretend to be calm. You will calmly look at the golden grass under the warm autumn sun and suddenly think of the destruction of the earth. You have fantasized about the tenderness of a swaddling baby on the rickety bus. You even want to hug the stranger for a moment, kiss her and then choke her.
These psychological activities will never be revealed, but when you stand opposite you ten years later, you will see clearly all the darkness in your heart.
Of course you will hate her and hate her for ruthlessly exposing your hypocrisy. But she straightens your collar and pats your shoulder to tell you, relax. Every day from the past to the future, you have restrained your dark self with morality and justice. You are always kind and bright.
But you still hate her, hate that she has a similar face to you but has lost her youthful spirit, hate that she plays intrigues and tricks in the mall, hate that she betrays her youthful promises and destroys her ideals.
You ask her how an idealist could degenerate like this, and she stubs out the scarlet fire on her fingertips and asks you, otherwise, who will pay for the medical expenses if you get sick?
Only then do you know that the body you have abused will turn into cancer. Only then do you know that she is not far from death but still loves you.
You would find all the medical books from the library and read them like crazy. You asked for medical advice just to save her, but she just hugged you gently from behind and smiled in your ear: "Actually, no, it's all in vain."
You have ten years left to live, and she has ten days to live.
During those ten days, you could barely close your eyes. Every second you opened your eyes and looked at each other, you told each other your endless love and then kissed. In fact, the kiss wasn't very intense, because her breath was already very weak and her body didn't have much strength. You were very gentle and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead, but she just told you over and over again, "You should remember to love me."
As for which me to love, you can no longer tell. Ten years apart, you and her are so far apart and so strange. You hate each other so much that you have to hug each other closely. You confide in secrets that are unknown to outsiders, blushing and heart-pounding. You hand over everything you have to each other with utmost honesty.
Later, you felt that you had forgiven her for her depravity, and you felt that you would love her forever.
I also fell in love with myself.
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