Pushing open the door of the ward, the lights inside were dim. Lying on the hospital bed was a handsome young man, with light brown hair hanging on the pillow, a pale face, and a tightly wrinkled head. He had his eyes closed at this time.
, less cold and handsome, more innocent, she walked closer to him and looked at his exquisite outline as if carved out of fine detail.
The breeze blows in through the window, lifting the light green curtains. As they flutter, the layers rise and fall, like ocean waves, constantly rippling soft waves.
She stretched out her hand, placed it on his forehead, and gently smoothed his frown. I wonder if the warmth on her fingertips was really transmitted to him. The ridge between his eyebrows slowly calmed down.
Maybe, only at this time can they get along relatively quietly like this, and only at this time can she look at him like this
What is this kind of heartbeat, what is this kind of heartache?
Love?
Is it Saya Otoyu, or is it hers? Maybe it’s both. Every time she dreams, she can always clearly recall the scene when she saw him for the first time, the strange world, the boy’s voice, so clear, and that
as indifferent
What happened to her?
Use him as a substitute? Use him as a substitute for that person? But, everything in that world has ended
No, she shook her head. She was sure that he was never someone else's substitute.
So, when did it happen?
When did she care too much about him, pay too much attention to him, and miss him too much?
That person had begun to slowly melt away in her heart. Sometimes when she thought about it, there was only a faint sigh left in her heart, and the person who replaced him was the indifferent young man with light brown hair.
A warm and delicate feeling came from her fingers. She stretched out her hand, only to see his eyebrows wrinkled again. Suddenly, she seemed to see his open eyes, a little confused, but more of them were clear eyes.
Not gentle, but still cold and arrogant
She came back to her senses and saw that he still had his eyes closed. It turned out that it was just a fantasy. Otherwise, he would not be so calm when he saw her.
She stood up, walked out of the ward, and when she looked back, the sadness slowly faded away in her eyes. She knew that inadvertently, she had lost the most precious thing in her heart, leaving only the sadness that continued to spread at the corners of her mouth.
The door was closed, and the cornflowers on the table were in full bloom. She left her happiness to him, but where was her happiness?
The moment the door closed, Tezuka opened his eyes. His slightly hazy sight only left a hazy silhouette, as well as the soft fingertips and the surprisingly bright eyes that looked at him clearly, like water.
Gentle and gentle as the breeze, but also deep, sad and tired...
who is she?
He stretched out his right hand and touched his glasses. After putting them on, everything around him was immediately clear. He sat up and the purple on the table came into his eyes.
That's cornflower
Cornflower flower language: delicate, elegant, also represents happiness
happiness,
Who left happiness behind, who...who...
He rubbed his eyebrows, but he couldn't rub them away, but there was a sudden gloominess on his heart.
There was a soft breeze outside, and a few birds flew across the sky without leaving a trace...