Fragmented Deconstruction

“If I die, I’ll never see another sunset! What a shame~” Zuo Yilin murmured, leaning against the rooftop railing.

The long-haired girl beside him watched the sunset glow on the horizon slowly fade, just like his life, which was nearing its end and sinking little by little into the depths.

The girl smiled. “But nothing in this world lives forever.”

Zuo Yilin turned to look at her profile in the fading light and asked, “Do you think people are reborn after they die?”

“No.” The girl couldn’t help but laugh. “After death, the body rots down to the bones, and the soul fades away completely. And you will be forgotten forever.”

“Is this what death is?” Zuo Yilin sighed softly. “Then can I make my death mean something?”

The girl only glanced at him before turning away again. “What would make it meaningful?”

“Making everyone remember me forever!” Zuo Yilin’s face broke into a smile he hadn’t worn in ages, the half-set sun reflected in his apricot-colored eyes. He took a thick stack of sketches from his backpack and handed them to her.

Something stirred in the girl’s heart. She turned her head aside, keeping her eyes fixed on Zuo Yilin. “All right! What’s it called?”

“Incomplete Structure,” Zuo Yilin replied with a smile. “I have a weakness for things with flaws, just like my imperfect life. Because you and I are both, deconstructionists.”