On the morning of my first anniversary, I was visiting an art exhibition with my boyfriend, and I accidentally got separated from him.
Me:＼(`Δ')／
Suddenly my eyesight went dark, and then it became really dark
Good news: I found a boyfriend, but he looks so old
Bad news: My boyfriend said it is now 13 years later, and it seems that my future self is gone (／_＼)
It doesn't matter, at least my boyfriend is still with me
What? You ask me how I died.
Me: ╭(°A°`)╮
Well, my boyfriend killed me...
Source of inspiration: I long for someone to love me fiercely until death, understand that love is as powerful as death, and support me forever. I long for someone to destroy me and be destroyed by me. There is so much love in the world that some people can waste their whole lives living together without knowing each other's names. Time can erase everything, people forget, get tired, grow old, and leave.
From "Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit"
This is not the original intention expressed in this work. It is just the author's fantasy. Please bear with me.
This article involves depression and other mental illnesses. It does not have any offensive meaning. If there are any mistakes, please point them out.
Intention: Live well and make progress every day