Late at Night

Every choice we make creates a parallel time and space. I missed her in this time and space, but what about the other time and space? This is a story about loss and reunion. One person walked slowly up from the deep seabed, and the other person waited on the shore for a long time, so long that he didn't even know he was waiting. Neither of them are good at expressing themselves, and neither of them dare to get close. They are both afraid that they are not good enough and are not worthy of the little light given by the other party. But they finally came together. It's not who saved the other, it was one person who was finally willing to try to open the shell a crack, and the other person just didn't turn around and leave.