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Tea | words | feelings | small | said
Blood, flowing from the wrist, soon stained his favorite pink dress. Little by little, I remember how good he was to me. Until this moment, I don't understand why he is so gentle and so heartless to break up, ignoring my inner pain, and his once gentle eyes have become so indifferent. I lost him, just like a broken kite. The only way to lose it is to endure the pain and fall slowly until it is shattered.
Just leave. Slowly, I felt myself floating up and saw the girl covered in blood on the ground. I hesitated, which is the real me.
Suddenly, the ceiling shook violently. I lost consciousness.
I woke up again and found myself lying in a soft bed. Am I dead? I subconsciously stroked my body, warm. I'm not dead, so where am I now? Hospital? No, there is no monotonous white here, and there is no strong medicinal taste. Where am I? Everything in the room is so strange, all the nameless wooden furniture, everything, just like the costume TV series at eight o'clock in the evening. Where the hell am I? Just as I was wondering, the door opened and a girl of fifteen or sixteen came in. ...