53. Cruel people are still cruel
In the boundless and vast field of vision, the branches and leaves swayed in the wind, and the fluffy white buds floated into the air, scattered into fine fibers and scattered around. In that peaceful and comfortable atmosphere, a young man lay on the lawn, opening his eyes. Staring at the blue sky with squinting eyes.
How long has he been here?
I don't know...I don't know how long it's been.
Graph felt that his body was very light and comfortable. The weather was so warm and comfortable that he could close his eyes and fall asleep at any time. However, he did not fall asleep and still looked at the sky quietly and asked himself, who is he, what is he doing here, and whether he can go back. Place?
It's so warm, I want to sleep... I want to sleep forever.
...God bless, wake up, wake up Graph...
It's really noisy, people are still yelling there when they are going to bed.
Graph said this to himself. When he heard such repeated sounds, he was drowsy, but the calling voice woke him up. Looking at the dazzling sky again, the young man couldn't help but wonder...who was calling him?
...Please, don't fall asleep like this...
Who is calling him like a ghost? It made his heart tremble. Who made him want to turn around and look around to see if that person was nearby. Who wants him to go back?
Have it? Is there anyone in my life who needs me?
The young man asked himself, trying to push the voice out of his mind, and wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep immediately.
...I'm sorry, don't leave me...
Crying, that person is crying.
The slender man wanted to see what happened, but he didn't have the strength. He only knew that the person calling him was crying and shedding tears for him. However, no matter how hard he racked his brains to think, he still couldn't think of anyone who would shed tears for someone like him. He couldn't remember anything except that he was a needless person.
What's the use of staying in a life that no one cares about?
...Don't leave me like this, you damn brat...
Why? You don't need him, right? Then why ask him to do it? Since you want to throw him far away, why do you want to beg him not to let him go away?
Also, who is calling? Who likes to throw him far away... who?
Drift's eyes were blinking and slowly opening, as if the boy was waking up, but his body remained motionless. He was still thinking, still trying to remember who had called him a hateful brat, who had said that he was an annoying brat, and who had said that his proximity would make life a mess.
Graph thought and thought.
He probably doesn't know anything and should be resting, but why...he sheds tears.
Tears flowed down from both sides of his eyes and fell onto his cheeks, making them wet. The young man couldn't help but wonder whether these were his tears or someone else's? Why do tears fall from the sky? A series of questions made it impossible for him to sleep anymore, coupled with... the pressure on his hands.
Graph couldn't see his hand. He just felt that someone was holding it tightly, and he felt very warm when he folded his hands. This also made his heart beat wildly, and he almost couldn't breathe. Come. The young man couldn't help but think that this kind of warmth was very familiar.
