(1)
The sky was dark, a layer of white mist hung over the lake, and the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, empty and desolate.
Everything is quiet.
Suddenly, a hand reached out of the lake.
Annie climbed ashore, gasping for air.
She sank to the bottom of the lake for two hours, suffocating and waking up again and again.
This was her thousand and eighth suicide.
(2)
Anne opened the letter with trembling fingers, unfolded it slowly, and familiar handwriting came into view.
It was as if her heart was really beating again at this moment.
Since one corner was burned, the content of the letter was incomplete, and she lowered her eyebrows in annoyance.
The letter read.
"Changsheng, I'm glad to have met you in my short life. Now that I'm about to die, I want to tell you that you are wonderful, just like the one placed in front of my hospital bed every day - I'm sorry to say it, so I am writing to you."
Anne knew it was the bouquet of sunflowers.
"After I leave, Xiaoshan will be alone. If possible, please go see her more. She likes you very much."
(3)
Xiaoshan asked: "Sister, what do you think it is like to love someone?"
Anne thought for a while and replied: "To love someone is to leave a whole glass jar of tears for him."
"That's it, but I think loving someone is like eating chestnuts roasted with sugar just out of the pot. It's warm and happy! When I see him smiling, I want to laugh. When I see him sad, I feel sad."
Anne smiled slightly and didn't answer.
Bingyangzi, do you love her like this too?
(4)
"I love him."
(5)
Tomorrow will be Anne's thousand and nineteenth suicide.
Intention: When she learns how to love
