Devi Kedi admired the person who rescued him. That person stayed with him, just like what people call his mother.
"Will you stay with me forever?" His answer was a string of silence.
"Will you love me forever?" His warmth and the beating of his heart came from the palm of my hand.
Devi Kedi seemed to know the answer. He didn't need to reply, he didn't need to wait anymore.
A gust of wind blew by, and he smelled dust. A gust of rain fell, and rainwater got into his shoes.
There was only one person around.
Basically, I write whichever sentence I dreamed about. . .
Intention: The night before we fall in love