contradiction

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His conflict will come to an end today.

Allen looked at the rust marks on the dangling chains in front of him, little by little, like the abbreviation of the cicadas around him crawling into the cochlea and eroding the brain.The other part still had a faint metallic luster, and as he moved slightly, these invisible lights hit his eyes.There is a slight, just a slight sour feeling, which can't even make the eye sockets red, but the swelling feeling that spreads from the center of the eyeball continues to expand, expand, expand.

Five years.

He squinted his eyes and tried to catch the halo under the sun, turning around and around, one hundred days, two hundred days, one year, two years.It's like being pulled by stubborn air.

Let go, don't let go.

Just let him be happy, what about my happiness.

That was a dream, that was not a dream.

Allen lived this long five years like this, every minute was like shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, and confused mind during the last leg of a ten-kilometer long-distance race.It is said that when people are exhausted to the limit, their brains will give up thinking, and just keep going towards the goal that was decided at the beginning. Allen remembered that he didn't know when and where he read the book, and other things about this book He doesn't remember anything about it, but—

He thought for a while, someone pressed his shoulders, his body was pressed down, and the tip of his nose almost touched the ground.

"Prisoner Alan Yeager brought."

Allen squinted at the man holding him, the sunlight almost merged with his golden eyes, he couldn't see his face, only a military uniform, and the badge on the man's arm entered his eyes.

There is only this extremely clear shadow left between the sky and the earth, and those cicadas who refuse to let him go.

gendarmerie.

Ah..., he suddenly remembered.

"Today is my execution day..."

The voice was so small that even he couldn't hear it clearly. Allen felt the hoarse pain when the airflow was blowing out of his throat, as well as the slight trembling of the tip of his tongue and lips. He thought that he hadn't spoken for a long time.So he chuckled.

The people behind noticed his movement, tightened the hand on his shoulder, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move."

The second the pain climbed up from the nerves, the shadow of the book that should have been forgotten suddenly flashed before Allen's eyes, with the yellowed pages and the smell of book mold on it.

The memory is just a flash.

There were more and more people around, and Allen heard a lot of voices, but he couldn't tell what they meant. —Maybe, maybe it’s just because he hasn’t seen anyone for too long, he thought, suddenly a little confused, huh?It didn't seem long.

Three months.

Oh, he focused his eyes on the ground, watching the dust above it tortured his vision like a scribble, three months only.

"Preparation for execution—!"

He was pulled up suddenly, the sound of the chains colliding even surpassed the bustling voices and directly hit his brain, and the unreasonable sunlight pierced his eyes, bringing a more sour feeling than before.The sound of the bolt being pulled rang in his ears, and the black gun hole was facing him.He just pursed his lips slightly, his pale and leathery lips turned a little bloody because of this movement.

What did he see?

Allen squinted his eyes, and found a pair of eyes easily through the cracks in the sun and the crowd.

Gray blue, there is no sea other than calm.

"It's too much, Captain..."

He smiled and kept his gaze and raised his head, letting the light stab into his pupils fiercely with stinging pain.

"Execution—!"

"bump--!"

Allen's eyes were filled with blood, his adult body hit the execution platform, and warm liquid seeped out of the prison uniform and flowed to the ground.There were cheers, jubilantly celebrating his death.

There was a complete gray-blue in his eyes, and his death could not shake the man in the slightest.Allen thought about it a second before the eternal darkness came, and wanted to see how painful he was when he thought of himself that day, no, Allen's golden eyes shone with the last ray of light.

What I want to see is his happy appearance.

A shallow smile hung on his lips.

contradiction.

Yes, that's great.

Alan Yeager's conflict is coming to an end today.