I died because I was too lazy to escape, so I chose to die and became a zombie.
Although zombies don't need to eat or drink and can't die, boredom became the most fatal problem of all.
After spending over twenty years as a homebody, I suddenly decided it was time to travel.
I packed my bags. First stop: the Disney I'd dreamed about visiting for years, but had never gone to because it was too crowded and the tickets were too expensive!
Then, on my way out of school, I ran into the boy I'd had a crush on for over ten years, even though we'd exchanged fewer than ten words in all that time.
I wandered around on my trip, secretly following him as I watched his powerful fire abilities, watched him lead his team out to find food, and then watched him die because of a betrayal in the survival zone.
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The park swing was old. Whenever someone sat on it and moved, its chains creaked and groaned like the monsters on TV.
The night breeze drifted gently across my face, bringing a kind of peace I couldn't describe.
I looked up at the round, disk-like moon, and suddenly remembered an example from Chinese class not long ago, when our teacher had explained the beauty of subtlety.
Our Chinese teacher was a decisive woman. She taught with boundless enthusiasm, and her voice was so loud that even those in the back row could hear every word.
But when she talked about that example, she spoke softly, her face reflecting a serene, almost enraptured calm.
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight." I softly repeated her words, imitating her tone.
I was sure Lu Chuan didn't know the reference. He only gave a quiet "Hmm" beside me, sounding rather perfunctory.
I wasn't sad. I only felt relieved.
Relieved that he and I hadn't had the same Chinese teacher, and relieved that my secret confession would never trouble anyone.
A short story. Bittersweet ending. A secret-crush story, no confession, no sugar.
