Sad Love

This is a short story, but the writing is not very good. Please understand. Dear cuties, you can check out my other works. Thank you for your support. Summer is a very lively season, and I met him when he was young—— In the summer when she was seventeen, the chirping of cicadas made the sun sticky. Her secret love was like a cicada hidden in the leaves, noisy and humble. He was the light on the honor roll, the boy she dared not touch. Until the note with "I like you" written on it was handed over, she thought she had caught the tail of Midsummer, but she didn't see the cough hidden in his smile or the bet with the friend behind him. The photos of the milk tea shop and the jokes from friends were like ice water that extinguished all the hopes. She fled with a broken heart, without looking back at the boy who was chasing the train in the rain with bleeding knees - he shouted "My dad is going to be transferred", but what he didn't say was "late stage lung cancer" on the diagnosis certificate. Ten years later, when she stood in an abandoned classroom holding his old belongings, she saw clearly the medical records wrapped in the lozenges, the "I'm sorry" hidden in the notches on the desk, and the plastic hairpin she had dropped that he was clutching before his death. It turns out that his love is real, the gambling is fake, and even coughing is not shy, it is the countdown of life. But the train had already left, and he slept with his secret. She lived with the misunderstanding for ten years, and even saying "me too" became a