When I Touch Your Face Again

When you see me writing a letter, I may be far away from you. Don't cry. I don't want to leave and see you sad. My name is Mu Ge, I am 20 years old and a junior in college. Looking at this letter, I thought to myself, what is this silly girl doing? She wrote it so sadly. "I'm dead." My hand trembled violently. Suddenly I found that the font was a little stiff. I could tell it was her handwriting but it was not that beautiful. "Mumu... I always like to call you Mumu. I may never be able to call you Momo again. I won't be able to wake you up in the future. I won't be able to eat the breakfast you bought for me. I won't be able to see you smiling and rubbing my hair. I won't be able to talk to...