The strongest scum after me

"Wu, you are free."

After saying this sentence, Shimizu Sakura seemed to have lost even the last bit of strength. She held on until now, as if just to say this sentence to him - the finger held by him slipped from his palm, and it was too late Redemption is like quicksand between fingers that cannot be grasped, the more you want to grasp it, the faster it goes, and in the end it can only hang powerlessly by your side.

"cherry?"

He said softly, maybe the voice was too soft, almost inaudible, so she didn't respond.

He said her name again: "Sakura, look at me."

But all this was in vain, she neither spoke nor smiled at him, the white and beautiful face in the past was covered with blood stains, she just closed her eyes, quietly closed her eyes, if she could not hear her breathing and heartbeat at all , it might be misunderstood that she was just asleep.

But he knew that she was not asleep, but that she would never wake up again.

The turbulent sadness swept him like a sea, Gojo Satoru almost felt suffocated, he suddenly realized that this is not a dream, nor a movie, this is reality! The conclusion that "Sakura Shimizu is dead" is a reality that cannot be changed no matter what!

He hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go even if he could no longer hear her heartbeat and breathing, but the tighter he hugged her, the more he could feel that her warm body temperature was gradually becoming colder, just like no matter what It couldn't stop her life from passing by.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, the [Puppet Contract] had been lifted, just like what Shimizu Sakura said, he was free.From the moment the contract was terminated, his manipulated feelings—love and hatred for her—broken in the wind along with the "red thread".He was finally free, he no longer had to love her compulsively, no longer had to have compulsive desire for her, and no longer had to be compelled to sacrifice everything for her, his heart was finally free, and once again he belonged completely He himself is completely controlled by himself——

This is a good thing, he should be happy, shouldn't he?

He should be relieved, shouldn't he?

He should feel free, shouldn't he?

But why, why didn't he feel happy, relieved, or free at all, and all he was left with was pain with nowhere to vent?

The wound in the heart has been healed many years ago, and now even the puppet bond that lives on it has disappeared, the "red thread" has been broken long ago, and his love for her should also disappear along with the broken "red thread" ——But why, why does it still... hurt so much?

Why is it still so painful?

...Because Sakura is already dead.

Sakura Shimizu is dead.

Death is the most decisive and irreversible thing in this world. From now on, she will never smile at him, talk to him again, or open her eyes to look at him again.From now on, it doesn't matter to her whether he loves her or hates her, whether he lives well or not.

She will know nothing.

The cold moon stares at everything indifferently, the wind blows through the mountains and forests, countless tree shadows are shaking, the branches and leaves are like hands, wanting to catch the tail of the wind nostalgicly, but it is left behind without hesitation, sharp The sound of the wind echoed in the forest, as if someone was crying from the bottom of his heart.

Gojo Satoru gently put her on the ground, he swayed unsteadily and straightened up, he didn't seem to see the hunters hiding around, nor did he cast any gaze at them, he just lowered his head, very simple made a starting gesture.

In an instant, the huge domain covered the entire shrine with a cold and decisive killing intent.

[Field Expansion·Boundless Space]

Later, everything that happened on this day was ordered to be blocked by the magic circle, and almost everyone who knew the truth kept silent about it.

People only know that many high-level officials died that day, but there are still different opinions on what caused all this.

What is the truth of the matter, no one knows and no one cares.It’s not important anymore, none of this is important anymore, the truth is finally buried in the torrent of time, gradually dimming along with the memory, looking back many years later, it’s just a few old photos that are yellowed and the faces can’t be seen clearly for a long time .

I heard that at the moment when a loved one dies, people don’t actually have a great sense of reality in their hearts. Too much emotional impact will make people numb, so that they can’t feel sadness.

What really makes people sad is never the moment that person dies.

It was a long time since everything had passed, and after life gradually returned to calm, I suddenly discovered that there was no trace of this person in my life.

The refrigerator that was suddenly opened was empty, without the familiar desserts.

The cherry pink toothbrush and water cup on the sink have not been used for a long time.

When the task is handed over, I suddenly turn to the column of contacts, and when I see the familiar profile picture that can no longer be lit up, my fingers will freeze, and my heart will suddenly sting like a needle.

Gojo Satoru really wanted to clear out everything about Shimizu Sakura in the house, and he had even taken practical actions. He packed up all the things related to her and planned to dispose of them, even the only bed in the house.

But he regretted it before the person who dealt with it came to the door. He called the person who handled it to go back, and then put the things back in their original places one by one.

Living in this house is really suffocating, there are traces of her everywhere, wrapping him as airtight as air.Many times when he woke up in the middle of the night, he always felt that Shimizu Sakura was still lying beside him. He subconsciously wanted to hold her in his arms, but there was nothing in his arms except air.

He suddenly thought of Shimizu Sakura's long pale golden hair, when he used to sleep with her, he always liked to play with her hair, watching the strands of hair flow through his fingers, like golden quicksand that couldn't be held.

It's like golden quicksand that can't be held - all the flowers she raised have withered, the bottles of shampoo and body wash she used are empty, and even her favorite toy lamb has lost almost all its fluff.

So in fact, he didn't have to be busy erasing the traces of her life at all.

Sooner or later, these traces will be gone.

It was suffocating to live in a house filled with her scent, but it was maddening when he saw the traces slowly disappearing.He tried to get back more of the breath of her existence, such as her photos, her messages, and her voice.But when I opened Shimizu Sakura's cell phone photo album, there were almost all his photos in it, the frontal photo of him wearing sunglasses and raised eyebrows, his quiet side face when thinking about problems, the blue eyes when he took off his glasses, And his occasional smile at her.

He couldn't even find a selfie of herself framed with them.

Even the group photo is always a group photo of the students together.

Her eyes are always following his figure, but he in those photos has never looked at Shimizu Sakura.

They have lived together for so many years, but they don't even have a group photo alone.

He didn't even have a photo with her.

Looking back on all this later, Gojo Satoru would always think about where the problem started.

Was it the first time they met that he agreed to a marriage contract?

Or did she depend too much on him and he let her depend?

Or maybe it was the night he proposed breaking off the engagement?

He is obviously the strongest, but he always loses her again and again, watching her die in front of him again and again.

The ending is set, everything is useless, and it seems meaningless to pursue everything that happened.

But he just didn't know how to let go.

After Shimizu Sakura's death, he was addicted to wine for a while.It's not that he really likes the smell of alcohol, it's just that the burning sensation and pain from the strong irritating liquid poured into his throat can temporarily cover up the tiredness and numbness, and even breathing is stinging.

Jia Ruozi saw with his own eyes how depressed he was during those days. Once he drank too much and his stomach bleeds. The strongest in the magic world actually suffered from stomach bleeding because of drinking. It really makes people laugh out loud. ——But Jiarui Niuzi couldn’t laugh—because the wine was mixed with blood and vomited all over the floor, he suddenly laughed when he saw it, and said that he didn’t seem so sad now.

"Don't make such an expression, I won't drink myself to death because of drinking."

"Don't worry, I won't give up on myself. I'll go to sleep, and I'll be fine when I wake up."

He lazily and carelessly perfunctory her and Teacher Ye Moth, he obviously had a playful smile on his face, but his whole body exuded a disheartened and dead air.

Jia Ruozi stopped him.

"Gojo-kun, I don't want to talk nonsense like 'Sakura wouldn't want to see you like this', I believe you don't need such false comfort from me. Because the fact is that no matter how hard you try, Sakura will never be able to You will never know if you see it." She said calmly, "But there are some things you don't know, I still want to tell you."

"When I was in school, every time you went out to perform high-level tasks, she would be so worried that she couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know how many times I begged for the guardian and peace talisman of Kiyomizu Temple. If you were injured, she would be the one who could bear it for you. ——You know how much Sakura likes you, right?"

Gojo Satoru stood where he was, he didn't speak or move.

He has always been a man of his word, saying that it will be fine after a night of sleep, and it will be fine when he wakes up.

The days passed in such a peaceful way, carrying out tasks, expelling curse spirits, he became a teacher, in charge of teaching when there were no major incidents, and teasing his students when he felt like it.

Every day seemed brand new.

Every day seems to be repeated.

Today is the same as yesterday, and tomorrow will not be the same as today.

Time seems to pass faster and faster, day and night change, spring comes and autumn goes, and he has even sent away students for several years.

Wujo Satoru suddenly realized that he was 28 years old one day.

She had disappeared from his life for nine years.

On the night of his birthday, he had a dream, dreaming of the scene when they first entered school when they were still teenagers.

Shimizu Sakura dragged her luggage and followed him. He walked too fast and she couldn't keep up, so she asked him to wait for him panting. Gojo Satoru sighed impatiently, and went back to lift her luggage easily. Let her follow.

Shimizu Sakura was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said that she can come by herself.

He glanced at her: "Can you hold it?"

"Of course I can handle it." She said with a smile, "I'm not a 80-[-]-year-old grandma."

Her eyes were still so clear and bright, her smile was still so gentle and clean, her whole face was fair and beautiful, without any wrinkles or blemishes, and the facial features carried the childishness and innocence unique to girls.

She smiled so beautifully, but it made him speechless for a moment.

They used to be childhood sweethearts of the same age, but now, she is almost ten years younger than him.

He stared down at her and suddenly smiled.

Yeah, she's still so young, she'll always be so young.

Only he is slowly getting old.

Year after year, he was very afraid that one day he would completely forget her.

There are too many regrets and regrets in life, why does it take him until now to understand that love is just love, even if there is no puppet contract, even if there is no shackles imposed by external forces, he still loves her?

If time can really turn back, if people can really go back to the past——

He would tell her when they met for the first time that from today onwards, she would be his fiancee and he would protect her forever.

He will always be by her side at the age of 14, preventing her from being taken away again.

He would tell her jealously on the first day of school not to get too close to Jie, and he would be upset.

He would make her laugh, talk to her, slow down when walking beside her, and take the initiative to hold her hand when there were many people, and would not let go.

He will tell her straight up how much he likes her and how much he wishes she could marry him, so just stay with him obediently for the rest of your life.

But regret is regret because it is irreparable.

He thought of the daring little girl who dared to reach out and touch his cheek when they first met.

She muttered in a low voice that he was not her dead little cat, and then withdrew her hand in disappointment.The people around him knelt down in horror at her actions, but he didn't feel offended and angry. Instead, he was surprised by her bold and direct actions, so he laughed logically.

The full moon that night was also so cold and bright, staring at them coldly, not caring about the fate of the world.

Maybe a lot of things have been doomed since then.