he killed his lover

cloudy on October 7

[Joe is missing.

When we got up this morning, he was gone...

I'm at a loss, maybe the gods are trying to take the people I love away from me one by one, it's so sad, but there's nothing I can do about it.

The three of us searched for a day today, but in the end we found nothing but exhaustion all over our bodies.

Leaving the original campsite, we headed deeper.

Will find Joe tomorrow, hope everything will be alright. 】

Sighing anxiously, he stopped his pen and wrote the last sentence in somewhat messy fonts.

Sitting on the ground as if exhausted, he stared at the lamp in front of him.He felt the long-lost cold sweeping his whole body again.

He originally wanted to close the notebook directly, but inadvertently flipped through the pages and saw the diary he wrote yesterday.

Under the blue handwriting, there was a line of strange black handwriting.

【Everything you can see, hear, and feel is an illusion. 】

This passage was written with a black pen, the font was a little slanted, and the pen was dragged delicately, but it did not have those aristocratic deliberate hooks and curves.The handwriting as a whole looks concise and handsome, light and shallow, leaving inconspicuous depressions on the paper.

This is not Alex's font, and he has never even seen such a similar font in anyone around him.

Who moved his diary?

His notebook, after he finishes writing in the evening, he puts it in his backpack. The backpack is always placed in the tent, and the children will not deliberately touch his things.

Alex and he have been looking for Joe all day today, it's not going to be him.

There's a stalking psycho next to him...he's right there with him.Perhaps, he also took Joe.

Thinking of this, the nausea rising from his stomach intensified, as if there was a wet weed there.

He vaguely remembered that he hadn't eaten anything today, but he still had no appetite.

Alex came out of the tent with a box of cans in his hand.

He closed his notebook and looked up at the person coming.

The man walked up to him and sat down, put down the things in his hands, and then reached out and hugged him from behind. It was a gentle and strong hug.

He rested his chin on Sewell's shoulder, kissing the messy strands of his hair gently from the side.

"It'll be fine."

He paused obviously unnaturally, and then continued to speak.

"It's going to be all right, Se. We'll look further down the river tomorrow. We'll find him. He's a kid and he's all by himself and he won't go far. "

His tone is optimistic and warm, full of confidence and vitality.It seems that this fact has long been established.

"But I'm worried about...Alex."

Sewell curled up tiredly and put his head on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself so much. You always take too much responsibility on yourself."

Alex patted his curled back softly.

"Eat something, you need food to support your overwhelmed body."

Sewell swallowed, and kept silent except for the occasional cough.

Alex broke the silence.

"We've gone far enough that if, I mean if, we don't find him again."

He stopped again.Seems to be thinking about what to say.

"We can go to the orphanage again, do you prefer boys? We'll have a healthier, prettier child again if you want. At least there's Rosa—"

"No!" Sewell interrupted him directly and rudely, with an obvious indifference on his face.

"Nothing would make me give up my baby."

Alex was obviously a little annoyed: "You know he is not your biological child, and he had such relatives and experiences before, even if he is cute now, he seems to have forgotten everything, but who knows when he will Sickness! And he ran out by himself, who knows where he went?"

Sewell was trembling with anger, and his voice gradually rose. "Even if he gets sick, he is still my child, you can leave alone! I didn't ask you to accompany his hysterical father and take care of this potential mental patient who will get sick at any time! Oh, I never knew You think of Joe that way!"

"It's just, it's just—"

Sewell didn't know what to say, he just felt that his physical exhaustion became more obvious, and even this feeling affected his soul.

At least, he doesn't have the energy to argue with Alex at all now.

He just felt that his whole body had no strength.

"No, Cy. You listen to me."

An annoyed look appeared on Alex's face, knowing that he had said something inappropriate, but he obviously wanted to make amends.Then he yelled, "I'm not—"

"Hey, Dad, Uncle Alex, are you still awake? Your voice woke me up."

The blond girl in pink pajamas poked her head out of the tent, rubbing her eyes sleepily and looking at the two.

Sewell's face softened in an instant, he didn't talk to Alex again, walked over and squatted down, and rubbed the girl's soft hair.

"Did it bother you baby? I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Dad. Is Joe coming back tomorrow?"

She tilted her head and looked at him, holding a gray and white rabbit doll in her hand.

"I miss him a little bit."

"Yes, he just sneaked out to play. To-morrow, or the day after tomorrow, Jo will be back. So for now, Rosa just needs to sleep well."

He finally kissed the girl's forehead.

"Go on to sleep. Dad will come in to accompany you later."

He watched the little girl enter the tent.

He stood silently in the darkness outside for a while, then turned back to the lamp, packed up a few items, and planned to leave. He didn't intend to say anything to Alex from the beginning to the end.

Alex explained in a low voice and awkwardly, "Sey, I didn't mean that..."

He walked back and forth uneasily beside Sewell, and when he saw Sewell was going to change, he wanted to reach out to stop him, but he didn't dare, and kept turning his head to look at his face to see if he was angry.

Everyone can see that he wants to apologize but has no way to say it.

He watched as Sewell was about to actually walk into the tent.

He immediately hugged Sewell, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his tall nose against his back.

"Sai, I made a mistake just now. Don't be angry, okay? I shouldn't have said that just now. I'm such a fool. May I accompany you to find him?"

His voice also lowered, with a sense of grievance, as if he was the one being bullied.

Sewell's footsteps could no longer move forward, he stopped, and let out a deep breath from his throat.

He whispered "Alex, you know..."

Without further ado, he changed the subject.

"Did you see my notebook today? It's that old notebook with a brown cover."

"No. I didn't notice. You know, I've been running around with you all day today."

Alex's voice was muffled in his clothes, and he couldn't hear it very clearly.

"You don't care about me anymore, you only care about your notebook."

Sewell finally turned around and hugged him, like coaxing a child.

"Well, good night, honey."

Alex took a cautious bite on his lip, then smiled at him with narrowed eyes.

"Goodnight kiss."

The author has something to say:

Every little sweetheart who reads the article will find someone who is willing to kiss you good night.