If Only We Could Hold Hands and Love Each Other

If we can hold hands and love each other, we can always kill the unfulfilled dreams. I've reached the end of my thinking and a thermal abnormality occurred in this center. I regret being born a human being. This book is a variety of short stories written by a high school student. Some are fan fiction, some are original, some are sweets and some are knives. He has been writing intermittently. Whether the protagonist's life can be pieced together from these fragments, and whether there is a main line, are all decided by the protagonist and are not something the author can interfere with. No one will like this kind of novel, it's just the author's insistence.