"I always thought there would be tomorrow before I could speak."
In the long silence, he repeatedly traced the outline of a person with his eyes, like hiding a hot star in the dark. Those unsent words gradually accumulated into rust, and one ordinary evening, he dissolved himself in the wind.
Later, someone always saw Cheng Yuye talking to the void. In the empty classroom, he stubbornly left a light on, as if as long as the light did not go out, a certain figure would step on the shadow and push the door open.
The doctors discussed "pathological hallucinations", but no one noticed that the second button of his shirt was missing - he had secretly taken it off the opponent's school uniform on the day of the funeral.
Does light corrode memory? He doesn't know.
When Cheng Yuye found a half-finished bottle of mineral water in the sports warehouse, he suddenly laughed. The condensed water droplets on the bottle rolled down, like the sweat dripping from the boy's temples one summer.
Intention: If you open your mouth earlier, would everything be different?