a virgin story

It was the first time I saw the sea, the cold sea breeze blowing on my face in winter, but the salty taste was so fresh.Yangyang stood on the beach, facing the sea, but there were no reefs as we expected, only stretches of sandy beaches beyond the horizon.The waves beat on the beach one after another, making bursts of sound.There are very few people on the beach in winter, and we can only occasionally see local fishermen working on the beach. We became the only tourists on the beach.

Yang Yang said: "I thought it was the happiest time to see the sea for the first time, but I didn't expect it to be a breakup."

I was silent for a while: "Sorry, forget me."

"How can I forget?"

If this relationship never started, if I hadn't held Yang Yang's hand that day, maybe Yang Yang is still that cheerful girl now, carefree.I hate myself for being selfish, never considering other people's feelings, just sad in my own world, never thinking about Yang Yang's sadness.

The sea is close at hand, but our love has disappeared out of reach.

This is the first time Yangyang cried on my shoulder after we broke up. I patted her on the back and just kept saying I’m sorry. I didn’t expect that these weak words became the last words between us. .

On the way back, Yang Yang remained silent.We haven't been in touch since we got back to school.But I was as distraught as if I was really broken in love.Is this love?I'm dumped?

After returning to school, the teacher did not ask where he had been these few days.I have returned to my own life trajectory, but there is a happy girl missing in this trajectory. Yangyang always comes very late to class, sits in the first row, and quickly packs up her books and leaves after class.Our lives no longer intersect.

Two weeks after our breakup, we were in class one day.Suddenly the classmate sitting by the window yelled: "Look at the other side! Someone..." Before he finished speaking, we heard a loud voice.I was busy looking at the window, and someone jumped off the building and committed suicide!I panicked immediately, Yangyang didn't come to class today, could it be her?Could it be her?An unknown feeling made me tremble all over.I asked the girls in the class: "Why didn't Yangyang come today?" They all shook their heads: "Yangyang got up very early today, I don't know why he didn't come to class." The chest is oppressed and it is difficult to breathe.The security guards had surrounded the building downstairs to keep the students away. Some called 120, some called 110, and some called the school leaders.I approached, and it was a girl. She was lying on the ground and couldn't see her face clearly, and blood kept flowing from her head.She is wearing a white coat, Yang Yang also has such a dress.how so?why?I rushed through the crowd like crazy, and the security guard stopped me.I heard myself shouting: "Let me in, is that Yangyang? That shouldn't be Yangyang!" The security guard listened to what I said and asked me to calm down and not be impulsive.They let me in, and I threw myself beside Yangyang and knelt on the ground.The security guard asked me again and again: Do you know me?Is it your friend?I finally came back to my senses, and with trembling hands, I gently brushed away the blood-stained hair on the girl's face, and a strange face appeared in front of my eyes.Not yang yang.

I slumped on the ground, feeling powerless but let out a long breath.The security guard asked again: "Do you know him?" I stood up and shook my head embarrassedly.The security guard scolded me: making trouble for no reason.The onlookers were originally in a heavy mood, but when I made such a fuss, some people laughed.I looked back at the girl, it was a young pale face.

When the ambulance came, the doctor got out of the car and checked, saying there was no hope.Some people said that they saw this girl jumping from the 10th floor.The doctor, who has experienced so much life and death, sighed: "What a young child, what a pity."

I left the scene, but I was still shaking.When I arrived in the classroom, a girl said to me: "I just called Yang Yang, she said she had a stomachache last night, and she is in the school hospital now." I nodded, ignored the strange eyes of everyone, picked up my schoolbag Get out of the classroom.I thought I was stupid enough, why didn't I make a phone call first.

This is the end of my story with Yangyang.I have been thinking that maybe sometimes what people fall in love with is just the feeling of love, not the person in love.I'm just used to the existence of yang and yang in this feeling, so it's not yang and yang that I can't quit after breaking up, but a habit.

I silently bless Yang Yang and wish her a lifetime of happiness.