She thought it was just an ordinary brief separation, but she didn't expect it to be the last time she and Gyatso met.
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On the way back to the hotel, her heart always had a cramping feeling, as if it was a rusty juicer, draining all her energy bit by bit.
She thought to herself, if she hadn't lost her temper that day, wouldn't he have died?
If she hadn't quarreled with him that day, would he still be sleeping next to her well now?
But reality told her that it was too late...
When she arrived at the hotel, she dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom, turned on the faucet in the bathtub, and watched the water flow quietly, with the image of him loving her always appearing in her mind. At that moment, she finally understood that if it hadn't been for her, Gyatso would not have had an accident, let alone leave her.
When the water finally passed the water level and flowed outside little by little, she didn't care. There was only one thing she wanted to do in her heart, and that was to walk with him.
When the blade scratched her skin and blood mixed with water flowed out, her consciousness began to blur, and the surrounding scene began to become hazy. She used the little strength she had left to say: "Gyatso, I'm sorry, I haven't had time to love you properly..."
Intention: Maybe only when it becomes a regret can you never forget it. I hope everyone will not miss the one you love and be happy every day.