chater53 chater53 1 "Why on earth?"
In the cracks of the alley, her long brown hair is like thousands of vines crawling on the reddish-brown brick wall, and her dark purple pupils are like filled with autumn water, carrying as much sadness as the night.
The girl in front held the boy's hand and ran away.
Ashulei withdrew her gaze and leaned against the wall weakly.
Her thoughts were like dense ivy, slowly spreading to the entire wall, and gradually even the sky was filled with it.
Her sorrow.
"Why can't I find you?
Where are you?"
Ashulei murmured.
In the narrow sky above her head, the raindrops that suddenly fell were so cold that it made people feel heart-stopping.
"Ah, it's very annoying if I can't find it all the time."
She closed her eyes boredly, raised her head, and let the rain wet her forehead and slowly streaked across the corners of her eyes.
In an instant, the wind puffed up her sleeves.
"Ashulei."
The short-haired boy who suddenly appeared next to him rested his forehead on Asurei's shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"
The voice was as low as a sigh, as if he was asking Ashulei, and he seemed to be saying Ask yourself.
"Who knows?"
Ashulei did not lower her head, but still kept her head raised: "It's a really complicated problem." " "Say," the young man's voice suddenly became confused: "Why are we so entangled?"
"Yes."
Ashulei smiled: ot is really confused. " Theseus put his hand on Asurei's shoulder: "It would have been nice if we were together, right?"
"Qi" Ashulei made a disdainful tone.
Theseus raised his head unconvinced and looked at Asurei's face close at hand: "We were called golden boys and maidens back then."
"Theseus" Asurei lowered her voice, her tone full of threats.
Theseus suddenly became quiet.
He lowered his head and rested his head on Asurei's shoulder.
He held Asurei's sleeves tightly with his fingers and called softly: "Sister ot" Ashulei's hand hesitated for a moment, then finally landed on the top of Theseus' head and patted it gently.
The rain suddenly became very heavy, as if it was the heaviest rain in Theseus's life.
The young man's shoulders were shaking slightly, but no tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Yes, I have endured it for such a long time, maybe it would be better if I forgot it, so why not just let it go.
Theseus told himself this, and his figure slowly disappeared into the rainy alley on the street.
Asurei's fingers with white gloves lightly picked up a piece of golden feather that fell on her shoulder, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth: ot shedding hair The little guy” Ashulei, it’s better not to tell you.
Although I know you won’t hurt her, life is already so overwhelming.
Why add unnecessary troubles to your life?
It may be best for me to bear the burden alone.
Decide.
The rain all over the sky and the crying of Theseus filled the vast sky endlessly. 2 "Hill, if the rain doesn't stop, we can keep hiding like this."
We hid on the bus platform, and the howling wind and rain made us cry outside the awning.
Sylvide nodded, held my hand tighter and made me hide in front of him, shielding me from the wind and rain.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across my heart, and I was startled.
I grabbed the collar of my chest tightly with my hands, and my heart felt as if it was about to explode.
I pressed Sylvid's body, and suddenly I felt it was difficult to breathe.
"Momo" Sylvide called my name anxiously: "What's wrong?"
"I" I don't know how to answer, I just feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable in my chest.
I pressed my head heavily on Sylvid's chest, as if this could convey all my pain to him: ot I feel so sad."
Yes, so sad.
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This sadness is like a sudden cold wind, making my whole body immersed in this sad atmosphere.
This feeling is very helpless and helpless.
I don’t know why I am sad, just like a People can't find their direction.
Sylvide held my head in his arms and put his cold palms on my forehead.
A burst of cold breath penetrated into my body.
I felt a little comfortable and quietly closed my eyes.
Sylvide's breath surrounds me, making me feel at ease.
At this time, I feel like I am just a drifting leaf, floating on the boundless water.
I don't know when I will sink, although I have recovered.
Memories of past lives, but at the end of the day I'm just a human being, a fragile human being.
I always thought that Sylvid and I would be together forever, but no one knew how far eternity was.
Even the eternal existence like Orea that I firmly believe in has fallen, so what else is there that I should trust and hold on to?
I think of those days when I simply sat next to the statue of Orea and talked to myself.
Those were probably the most innocent and beautiful days in Saga's life.
There were not so many worries.
All he could think about was how to talk to Orea.
Just a confession.
I feel that although I have that memory, I am still not her.
I just look at that memory from the perspective of a bystander.
Maybe we were wrong from the beginning.
Orea and Saga are the people who should be together the most.
After all, they are two people who are so well matched.
Olea is willful and doesn't know how to express himself, and so is Saga.
How could two such simple people end up in this situation?
I looked up at Sylvide's concerned profile, and suddenly cried, that kind of crying.
It’s the sadness that comes from my soul.
I feel for Sylvide, for Orea, for Theseus, for Oztel, for Lydia, for Asurei, and even for everyone who is implicated in the battle between light and darkness. of all people.
Sylvide, maybe Saga has never loved you.
Whether it's because of habit, sympathy, or self-blame, it's never love from the heart.
Is this Sakya really the Sakya you like?
Is it really my previous life?
I sobbed softly, my heart full of heartache for Sylvid.
Is it worth it or not to end up like this for someone who has never loved you at all?
I suddenly hated myself in my previous life, very much.
Sakya, you are simply a pest.
All tragedies are because of you.
Having a past life like yours is not worth being happy about.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Silverd put his chin on the top of my head, hugged me tightly, and comforted me in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay."
His voice sounded like the night sky.
Requiem, soothes my restless soul, and guides me to my last glimmer of light in such a windy and rainy world. chater53 chater53 is hand-typed by members.
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