Introduction 1:
"Does your boyfriend know that I kissed you?"
The girl chuckled, "Do you want him to know?"
"Think."
"Oh, but I don't want to."
The boy gritted his teeth and whispered against her lips, "Then you can only kiss me from now on, or I will tell him."
Talking to oneself:
When I write this text, well, you can also tell this story, because I am not even sure whether I can finish this story, I am experiencing pain like a drizzle. I am a person who suffers from separation anxiety. Maybe God is playing a joke. I am always experiencing separation, life and death, and I suddenly discovered that when faced with an irreversible separation, even the tears are so painful that I cannot shed them. It feels like they are stuck in my throat, and I cannot swallow them or speak out.
Words are indeed great, and I have to admit that in many painful moments, I always want to write something. I am a very strange person. In my opinion, pain cannot be described, and happiness cannot be written.
There is no outline for this story. I just wrote it when I wanted to, so I can't decide their fate. Rather than writing it, I am conveying it, conveying an article that started on a rainy day.
Thank you for reading my illogical and trivial words. When you see this, below, the rain starts to fall...
Concept: young girls