Original toffee

Today is 20200220, love you, love you, love you.

Do you know why I picked this day to die?

Because today is such a good day that even the calendar has love you written all over it.

The only thing that makes me unhappy is that the day before yesterday was the 520th day of falling in love with you, today is not a number I like.

I also left you a letter and put it in the drawer. You can open it and have a look when you pack up my belongings.

No, it is not possible, it must be opened.

I really didn't want to die two days ago, but today I want to die.

I've confessed to you so many times and you keep telling me it's just empathy.But besides you, who else can I have feelings for?The boy who sent me to the doctor?

No, no, no, he can't be my boyfriend, he's just a passerby.

Besides, you are not like me, so how could I be empathetic.

Forget it, I've said so much, I know you still won't believe me.You psychiatrists all have this problem, it's disgusting to death.

I still remember the first time I saw you, you were wearing a white coat with a white shirt and black trousers, light chestnut hair and blue eyes, a face that was always smiling but deliberately made Seriously, sitting behind a desk.You said that you are of mixed race, and you joked that if you can't cure the patient one day, you will become a model to rely on your appearance.

Haha then you are going to be a model now.

You are still talking about me... What are you talking about me, ah... I actually forgot such an important thing.

Someone must have stolen my memory.

Let me tell you that there is a terrible monster living in my heart. I dare not let it out. I can only lock it and hold it tightly in my heart... I forgot what you answered me again, I It seems that I only remember your clean smile.

Damn.

You didn't just treat me—although I don't think I'm sick, I'm normal—you had several patients.

I found that you were very patient with one of the little boys, you smiled at him a lot, and you used to hold him, put him on your lap, and play games with him.

I admit I'm jealous.

Jealous to die for.

So I just hid him.

Hide him, you will never find him later, because I hid him in a place that no one knows but me.

I want to hide you too.

I don't know that boy, I don't know who he is.

He's not my boyfriend, really, I don't have a boyfriend, but I like you, I can let you be my boyfriend.

Really, don't believe it.

Doctor, you look so good in a white coat. I saw that gorgeous red flower blooming on your heart. I hope you believe it is as beautiful as I do.

I found you one night and said we should be together, but you stopped laughing and looked at me and said no.

why?

Because you are my patient.At least for now.

Then don't treat me as your patient.

No.

We got into a fight.This is the first time I saw you angry, but it was only for a moment, you quickly restrained your emotions, sat in a chair and rubbed between your brows wearily.

I panted slowly and heavily in front of you, and my heart hurts a little.

So I go by myself.

We met on Wednesday and Sunday nights, and it seems like you and I have been at odds ever since.

I don't want to be like this either, I want to have a good talk with you, so every time I go to you, I will bring you a bouquet of flowers, sometimes roses, or lilies, or eustoma or other beautiful flowers, but You put it away and never took it out again.You must have thrown it.

I feel bad, I feel like dying.I grabbed my chest, but felt so distressed that I couldn't breathe anymore.

You came to me the day before yesterday and said that today was the last time we saw each other.

the last time?Why is it the last time?

Then you gently hugged me and said, go.

I wanted to die the day before yesterday, but you gave me a suspended sentence.

My heart has been killed by you.

You make it dance alive, and you make it silent again, turning into a pile of dead ashes.

I heard your voice outside the door, so I carefully straightened all the wrinkles in my clothes.

I brought you a present.I’m waiting for you.Waiting for you here.

I heard you say to the boy who claimed to be my boyfriend, you are going to stop my counseling.

I feel like my heart is breaking.

Did you hear that?I heard it.

I heard the sound of the world bursting, like a fragile and transparent bubble, which was gently punctured and quickly dissipated in the air.I heard the sound of pieces falling to the ground, as crisp as the vase I broke before.

you come in.

You speak.

You also laughed.

Sorry, you can only be mine.

why should i dieI forgot again.

Ah... I seem to remember.

I see a blood-red flower blooming on your chest, coquettish but beautiful.I have a reflective knife in my hand, reflecting the bright sunlight, that is my gift to you.

The flowers on your chest slowly opened along my gift, your eyes widened, your fair face became paler, and then fell backwards.

I didn't hold you because I knew you were already mine.

The last three words you said were "office".

What's in the office?

I saw a room full of flowers, all of which were beautiful and red like the most beautiful flames, and they were all sent by me.

The same color as the flower on your chest.

It turns out you didn't throw it away.You keep it all.

Earlier flowers were taxidermied and left on the walls.Flowers that were not red were also preserved and stored in a wooden bookcase.

It turned out that there was a secret door in the office, and when it opened, it opened into another world that no one knew about.

I remember now what you said to that boy.

You said that you want to stop the treatment, if he wants to give up on me, then you can take over, you don't dislike it.

How are you so good.

I... I... don't think I can catch you anymore.

Then I'll go find you...

I jumped out of your office window, I left a letter in your drawer, you will see it when you pack up my belongings.

Ah... I forgot you couldn't see it.

Forget it, let me tell you what I wrote.

Actually nothing.

That's what I've said to you the most times.

I love you. 20200220 stay.

I seem to see you smiling again, the same color as the pale sunlight.