𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴. |REWRITING|

Casually, like a gentle breeze, you suddenly came to my mind. Those blissful eyes that looked at me cluelessly, I still think about you. Your sensitive self that caught a cold every winter, you come across my head as snow falls. With the lights dim, the air damp, my heart still beats rapidly to the thoughts of your affectionate self. As every raindrop hits another, causing a sound of a click to arise, I still remember your bewitched self chasing the green fireflies in the nightglow. The faint sounds of frogs croaking in the twilight felt deafening to my ears. The sight of a frosty window sill made my eyes twinge. The feeling of yellow buckwheat fields meet my body made my skin burn. I don't want to think about you anymore. The painful thoughts of your euphoric self still made my heart throb. I'm tired. I'm tired of visiting the same fields we used to hide in, hopefully wishing that you would come and find me. I'm tired of foolishly convincing myself that you would keep your hollow promise. You said you would come find me when the weather was fine, but why can't I see you? No matter how long I wait, how long I hopelessly cry silently, I can't seem to meet your twinkling eyes. Yet, I still can't forget you. I can't prevent myself from persistently looking for you. I keep walking back and forth, desperately waiting for you as the sounds of rain hitting the ground pierce my ears. Even with our ruptured trust, I still hoped I could have you back.

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[THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND GRAPHIC SCENES THAT MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

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