So I ran away.
Just like when I faced him before, I ran away again.
"Duan Fang", I muttered unconsciously while looking at the green trees blown by the wind on the glass window. When we first met, his smiling eyes and the corners of his mouth that were slightly pursed due to shyness were as warm as if they were wrapped in sunlight.
Like a cassette recorder, memories that I have tried to ignore and avoid for so many years flashed through my mind:
"I like you"
"Who will save me..."
"Why should everyone have a hard time?"
"Leave me alone, please."
"Let's forget it"
Don't think about it.
Spare me.
Duan Fang X Wen Ye
short essay
This is my first time writing, waiting for improvement.
Intention: To grow wantonly