Steps

"Where he was born, where he died, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, that is his destination. But he also doesn't know his own destiny. He sticks to his post at the last moment of his life, waiting for your return."

I still can't believe what I've seen.

The culprit was drunk and drove his car up the steps of the abandoned store before flipping over due to the height of the steps.Except for one person who died on the spot, the driver who caused the accident was still alive and well.

However, how much I wish that the person lying on the ground was the rotten person who took the blame for himself, or that it would be better for anyone but not to be him, but the clothes on the person lying on the ground are clearly mine.

I still can't believe it, I hope it's just a coincidence, and the spectators rushed to him.Groping his whole body, trying to find something that could prove his identity, I took out a small book from his trouser pocket, I quickly opened the first page, and it was clearly my handwriting: Is it delicious?

At that moment, my tears flowed down.

The blood on the ground is still spreading, like my tears, there is no stopping momentum.They stained my pants red. I didn't know that there was so much blood stored in Mo's small body. I hugged this bloody limb, and the blood made me feel sticky, like the best Adhesive, slowly stitching us together.

He and I slowly became one, and we could never separate again.

Just before all this happened, we got up together, brushed our teeth together, he helped me adjust my collar, and I said goodbye and met downstairs after breakfast at home with him.I waved to him, but he didn't reply but just smiled, walked a few steps, and I yelled again: "See you in the afternoon!" He didn't look back, and walked slowly.

See you in the afternoon.

We, indeed, will see you in the afternoon,

But, I want you to come see me completely.

But in one day, you are gone.

It's all gone.

Everything around is blurred.

Just me and him.

He was lying in my arms, like every night we hug each other to sleep.

The police soon arrived and the driver was taken away.

I was forcibly separated from him.

It was as if his hands and feet had been forcibly cut off, and it was heart-wrenching.No, Ah Mo is more than just my limbs, he is my heart.I always thought that we would live in such a sneaky way, knowing each other and not interfering with each other. I never even thought about what the future would be like. Until that moment, I didn’t know that he was already a part of my flesh and blood. The pain is hard to describe.Who knew that he would turn from the boy who was waiting for me on the steps every day to take him to eat and drink after school, to a corpse beside the steps.

That day, I forcibly took him away from the steps, but I didn't know that he would go back in the end, and in this way, return to his original position.

However, at the last moment of his life, the last thing he did in his short life was to wait for me after school.wait me back.

However, when I came back, he couldn't wait.

I don't know how I got home.

As if nothing happened, I sat down and opened the exercise book and started to do the questions, forgetting everything while doing it.I laughed suddenly, turned my head and found that the chair beside me was empty.

Still couldn't help it, wept bitterly.

I love hard like a teenager, but I can't silently miss or forget like an old man.

I don't know how long it has been since I cried like this, my internal organs are trembling from crying, but in this world, there will never be Ah Mo again.

Now, only I can prove his existence.

But what's the use?

He is no longer here.

I frantically ran out of the living room, I was the only one in this big house, the surroundings were pitch dark with no lights, and the rampant shell kept colliding with the wooden furniture.

There is no one at home.

Why is there no one? !

I smashed everything I saw, kicked the ones I couldn't handle, and picked up chairs to smash them.The glass coffee table was smashed to death by me, and the glass was all over the floor.I don't know how long this crazy move lasted. There is not a whole thing in the whole house, and everything is torn apart.

like my heart.

Tired of crying, tired of crying.

Back in the room, I tore off half of the rotten toenails, cleaned up the broken glass on the bottom of my feet, washed my hands, and habitually took out my pocket, and something fell out of the pocket of the sweater.I was taken aback, and picked it up, the book was still stained with blood.

I was not in a hurry to read it. I sat lightly in front of the computer desk and opened the drawer, taking out all the notebooks we had used before and stacking them on the desk.We haven't known each other for a long time. In order to avoid my parents' eyes and ears, I carefully put away his toothbrush and clothes. It seems that there is nothing to prove that he once existed, and the only proof is these colorful notebooks.Look at it bit by bit, chewing every word.

Until the last book, the book with Ah Mo's blood on it.

I read page by page until I reached the last page and found that there was no writing on it, only a paragraph written by Ah Mo:

Since the death of my parents, I have been living in the gutter, so dark that I can't see my fingers, and it's so dark that I can't see hope.Until that night when I met him, he took me to his house and lived with him. He was a beauty I had never met.

It was him who made me see the sky full of stars.He made my otherwise hopeless life seem like a miracle, and gave me the courage to face the unknown future because he was by my side at this moment.

He let me know that living in the gutter, I still have the right to look up at the stars.

The author has something to say:

The first short story of Juvenile Feeling is over.

There are about four or five short stories in this series.

I think it is a heart-to-heart relationship when writing about a relatively high level of emotion, but I don’t have that level, so I can only write about seeing sex.I can only write that these teenagers mistakenly think that they are in love with each other's youthful and most beautiful appearance, but in fact it is far from it.

The characters on the steps are not plump enough and I don’t bother to change them, the brains of Silent Lovers are exhausted.So be it.