I always felt like a divided person after his death.
Obviously I feel like it's not worth being so sad, but I always feel like crying for no reason.
Although the pain does not reach the soul, it is also filled with regret.
As his only relic.
I became conflicted.
Start liking some bad things and want to destroy some good things
Although he clearly has a strong desire to protect, he also has a strong desire to destroy.
Why me?
Who I am? Where am I from?
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I suddenly missed that year, when I was lying on the sofa, watching TV secretly, waiting for the moment when he came back and turned it off immediately.
Unfortunately, the reason why I am his relic means that he is already dead.
[Third Person + First Person] [Narrative + Memories]
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There is a real prototype and consent has been obtained.
Because human nature is inherently complicated, I hope everyone will be more tolerant of the heroine.
No cp, no cp because the heroine is still a student.
The question is inspired by the Japanese novel "Love Letter"
Purpose: Learn to protect the things you love