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One Night World - Final Chapter

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    07 We seem to have met somewhere

    He didn't sleep all night, and when she fell asleep, she either hugged him, or pillowed him on his arm, or dripped tears on his neck in nightmares, or maybe used his hands as chicken legs in dreams  bit him.

    For all of this, he just looked at her lovingly, quiet and silent, just like this night.

    At this moment, the time is quiet, he caresses her quiet hair, and falls into contemplation of the past.  He began to clearly remember the many encounters before, repeating the same story.  When the sky turned from deep black to light black, his tears began to flow quietly, from the sockets of his eyes to his neck on a winding and bizarre road.  Suppressing the extremely strong restlessness and uneasiness in his heart, he stared fiercely at the world outside the window, not knowing who or what to hate.  Fortunately, the breeze came in from the window, giving him a little comfort.

    Who are you to me?  He asked himself in his heart, for her memory, he only had the same picture of a night thousands of times, and the fuzzy scene in the back of his mind that might be imagined.  All he knew was that she once jumped off the roof of the building in front of him.  Thinking of the scene where she jumped off the building, his heart was pierced like a knife.

    The sun suddenly appeared in her dark dream, so she woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, just opened her eyes, she knew that there was someone beside her, even in the dream she was still clear.  What's rare is that she slept so peacefully this time. For her, it was so peaceful.  With her eyes open, she stared blankly at the endless confusion. This confusion has no borders and no end, which made her live an embarrassing life, at least for herself.

    His body was hot, and his hot tears dripped on her skin.

    "you're awake."

    She woke up, but she didn't give him any reply.

    He held her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, "You know what? We seem to have met somewhere."

    "Maybe in a previous life." Her words were indifferent and reserved.

    "Maybe it really was my previous life."

    The sky had already begun to light up, and he knew that when the first ray of sunshine came to the city, he should leave.  In his memory, he recalled the departures again and again, each departure was the same story, and each departure seemed to have the same mood.

    "What would you think if I disappeared suddenly?" He tilted his head and looked into her eyes.

    "If you disappear and take a look, I will know what I will think." Under his warm gaze, she was full of calmness and sincerity, and there were some complaints.

    He kissed her forehead, and suddenly remembered that she had told him that she loved him.

    08 Prison

    He stood on the balcony, admiring the flowers she planted, and there was a budding rose that was blooming crazily in his eyes, and he remembered a sentence: A flower blooms so hard that it must be broken.  So he snapped the rose off and, while she watched peacefully, placed the freshly picked rose in the small fish tank in the living room.  The two red goldfish inside ignored it.

    "This flower is a gift I gave you before I left." He turned his head and continued to look out of the window. His back seemed to be alone in her eyes, which made her feel distressed.

    The pendulum clock on the living room wall seemed to swing faster.

    "You said, what is love?"

    This sentence was the question he asked her before leaving, and when the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the land, his face was clean and warm, his body slowly dissipated, from head to toe, and finally completely melted into  nothingness.

    "I don't know your name yet" Before she finished speaking, he disappeared before her eyes impatiently. She reached forward and slowly grabbed the air, and then that hand turned into a powerless  Fist, her eyes stared in front of her eyes, letting the tears drip down her eyes, she whispered helplessly, "My name is"

    That bright red rose is rushing towards death passionately under the bright sunshine.  Under the gentle sunshine, let life wither and wither petal by petal.  The expectation planted in its heart is not to bloom overnight, not to fall in love with a speck of dust, not to be born, not to die, not to exist or perish. It is a state of matter that has never been witnessed by the world, and it can be called "prison".  It is a place where suffering and happiness are entangled.

    In prison, the only thing he can see is the endless blackness, which has no color and no life. He only feels the pain of struggling. He wants to shout, but he is restrained. The only thing he can move is his brain.

    "You, do you want to go back again?"

    This voice came from nothingness, echoed in his mind, and he was in pain.

     09 no more

    He once again came to this street that he had walked thousands of times. It was raining on the street, and he knew that he should meet her again.

    10 not yet named

    The morning sun is very bright, just like the bright rose beside his hospital bed.

    She twisted the towel, carefully wiped his face and hands.

    "It's been two years, and you still refuse to wake up?"

    What she said is longing, love, hate, sorrow, and love.  She looked towards the bright world outside the ward.

    "Today's sunrise is very clean. It's the way you liked it before. Don't you want to open your eyes and see? I'll only give you another year. If you don't wake up" She was choked up as she spoke,  Tears welled up in her eyes, "If you don't wake up, I'll make you euthanized." Her voice was small, but her tone was firm.

    Over the past two years, she has learned to recall, to recall the stories they once had.  At that time, she was suffering from cancer and was a lonely person waiting to die.  She often wants to commit suicide, and she thinks he is a medicine given by God.

    In the past two years, she has never forgotten that scene, the scene of him jumping off the building after she became depressed.

    Thinking of it, she was a little sad, looking out the window alone, letting the wind blow through her loss.

    When he woke up, he saw her back, the wind blew her hair, and the fragrance of her hair caught his breath. It was a very familiar back, but he didn't know who she was.

    ¡ª¡ªThe end of "The World of One Night" (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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