The most beautiful time is just a melancholy and bewildered paper

  "You, can you stay with me?"

  With a hint of cautiousness in his tone, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye.

  In the depths of a soft heart, small ripples are surging, some desolate gloom is spreading on summer nights.

  "Of course... Okay."

  A faint smile played on her lips as she smiled sweetly.

  That kind of sincerity from within may have originated from the shared pain of being in the same boat.

  We were all just wounded by emotions when we were young and hiding under masks pretending to be strong kids.

  Proudly refusing sympathy and pity, only that warm and sincere heart can move that frozen heart.

  Her dark eyes were as deep and mysterious as a moonless night sky, filled with twinkling stars that shone with an enchanting beauty.

  I sat on the lawn beside him, accompanying him in silent silence.

  A gentle breeze blows over a few small daisies swaying slightly in the wind, under the night sky's dotting beauty is somewhat illusory.

  It was once inconspicuous, but at a certain point in time, it can be unusually beautiful in someone's eyes.

  "Actually..."

  He spoke softly and said lightly.

  "After hearing what you said that day, I thought a lot about it. Maybe I shouldn't continue to muddle along."

  I really dislike the feeling of being seen through and commented on at a glance, as if I'm being peeped at, that side that always hides in the dark corner.

  Already accustomed to the dimness, the warm sunlight is just a dazzling discomfort.

  But I know that escaping can't solve anything, and only truly understanding that fear

  Only then can you accept it calmly and feel the warmth with your heart.

  The unfocused narrative is like letting thoughts drift away.

  I quietly listened without speaking out, the young man had shouldered too much helplessness.

  When we encounter wounds that will never heal, our first reaction is to avoid them and hide the weakness and pain deep within our hearts.

  It takes a lot of courage for someone to truly face up to and be willing to heal their wounds, and calmly accept what they used to be.

  I once loved a girl, she was beautiful and special.

  She has a pair of bright and sparkling eyes, and a shallow dimple when she smiles.

  Like her soft tone when she speaks, like her blushing face when holding hands.

  Later on, she finally discovered that all along, it was just a one-sided love affair, and the person she loved was actually her best friend.

  Perhaps her acting skills were too superb, and every encounter with her was just a meticulous plan.

  Step by step getting closer, taking advantage of her time and again, but facing her misty and hazy eyes, I still can't bring myself to hate her.

  So I accompanied her in weaving a lie for him, shaping my image into that of a frivolous and eccentric jerk.

  In the end, as she had wished, the two of them got together, and I became much more distant from that friend.

  Every word and sentence is plain and somewhat heart-wrenching, those enchanting eyes seem a little empty.

  "You could have refused, why ruin your own image to make hers look good."

  Regretting for him that he didn't meet a better girl in his unlucky years, but the young man in front of him is also a devoted and good boy.

  "That day, it rained so heavily, I saw her eyes turn red for the first time."

  Facing her previous abnormalities, I comforted myself with a ridiculous thought that everything was just an overreaction.

  But she said, let's break up, she doesn't want to cheat me anymore, nor does she want to deceive herself.

  I couldn't bring myself to yell at her and tell her to get out, saying that what I hated the most was being betrayed by a cheap person.

  Her eyes, wet from the rain, conquered me so easily.

  I actually smiled and said, okay, let's break up peacefully.

  Love can change a person a lot, even to the point of no longer being oneself.

  Facing her demands I just nodded and smiled slightly saying it's okay, I'm also being foolish.

  Always holding onto a glimmer of hope that I can return to the past, even though I deeply know that everything is just empty talk and unrealistic.

  Love is a bewildering sorcery that ensnares the heart, a fatal danger in which one is doomed to be mired for a lifetime yet willingly succumbs.

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