foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

The waves beat on the insteps, and I paced and walked on the sand with my dad.

I said a lot of personal words, but the white hair is actually an eyesore, and when I look at it, I think of the emotion of life.In the face of time, human life is so short that it can turn white in the blink of an eye.

I raised my hand to cover my forehead, looking at the endless blue sea, and the sea breeze brought a slight coolness.The light was so tanning that people couldn't open their eyes, it was extremely dazzling.

Unconsciously, I think of the rainy Fox, cloudy, cloudy and rainy days account for most of the year.Suddenly basking in such sunshine, but miss the moisture.

"Chris, how long did you have the butterfly pattern on your back?" Dad handed over a glass of watermelon juice.

Out of nowhere, I was asked: "Tattoos?"

Dad pointed to my back. Today I came to the beach and I was wearing a two-piece swimsuit.Mostly outside, I don't really remember any tattoos, but I was taken aback when he mentioned butterflies.

I tentatively asked: "Black Phoenixtail butterfly?"

"Well, yes." Dad looked at me with a normal expression, and couldn't help persuading: "I know young people like to leave special marks on their bodies, but I think you are too young."

"I'll pay attention, Dad." Obviously I don't want to bring up these topics, Dad didn't say anything, he knew I was thinking more on my own now.Extremes lead to opposites, he knows better than anyone else, and I also understand that as a father, he just wants to give his children caring advice.

That's weird, I've never seen any tattoos on my body before, except of course a tattoo of a musical note on my ankle, which was left by Chris from the past.

I looked back in the mirror in the bathroom, and saw a fist-sized black butterfly butterfly at the back of my waist, which was so lifelike that it would fly out in the next second.

No wonder Dad would say, this area is a bit big and it is eye-catching enough.

Since when, I have no way of knowing.I haven't had a dream recently, so has it been transferred to my body? I reached out and touched it tremblingly, for fear of disturbing it.But touching the past is just the temperature of my own skin.

The light in the bathroom is warm, and my movements in front of the mirror have not changed, and I have been thinking about what to do next.

I was stunned, a bloody scene flashed in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but take two steps back and fell into the bathtub.

That was me, and that was me who was also named Da Ge, holding the gun with a painful expression, sticky blood stained the gun.But there is still a knife in the heart.The blue vertical plaid shirt was dyed into large clusters of dark colors, like blooming flowers.

"Why...why can't I live." I covered my head, a large amount of blood seemed to be flowing on this body, and the heat of the body was constantly flowing away with the blood. I curled up in the warm water, longing for a little warmth.

In less than a moment, the ears became quiet again, and there was no more humming.The water dripped in the huge bathroom and made a sound, and my memory was full of blood. After the shock, I began to calmly ask questions one by one.Why do I have a gun? Yes, in my previous life I was a criminal police officer in the crime squad.

...but what about the knife in the heart?

If there is a gun, why use a knife to break it?

However, I remember that I committed suicide.

There seems to be something wrong with my memory.