I can't stand the lingering of my body, but I can't refuse the touch of my fingers and the tight hug.
From the first time she met at the age of 6, she opened two small hands and rushed towards him, seeking comfort and warmth. And he tried his best to dodge and hit her with a wooden stick. In the shady forest, one chased curiously with an evil little expression, while the other had to back away in fear when he wanted to help with kindness. They run like that, surrounded by innocence.
When she grew up, she understood what disappearance was, so, falling from the branches, she forgave him who stretched out and retracted his hand hesitantly. Despite her loss and sadness, she still said, "Silver, no matter what, please don't touch me..." And he, wearing a mask, stood blankly, speechless.
For Hotaru and Yin, maybe they can get a little comfort and satisfaction just by meeting each other. Even though the heart is tightly pressed together, the body does not dare to get closer to the other side.
From the sticks to the straps, he held her all the time, and they exchanged each other's body temperature through them.
In order not to disappear, in order to meet each summer, they restrained. Even if she said, "I really want to see Ah Yin, as if touching him." Even if he said, "Yingying, I can't wait for the next summer, after every parting, even if the crowd is cleared, I will want to see him again. Meet Yingying."
She was standing there, his hand beside hers, and they could only watch and do nothing. Be patient, be careful. Even if it was like kissing her, he didn't forget to bring the mask to her face first.
The faint heartache was always with me, until he kindly reached out and grabbed the child's arm, until his fingertips began to turn into a little bit of beautiful light, and my tears rolled down.
I vaguely saw him stretch out his arms and say with a smile, "Come on! Hotaru! I can finally hug you!" She pounced on him.
"For the time being, I won't be looking forward to the arrival of summer. My heart hurts and my tears won't stop... But the gentle touch on the tip of my hand, even the memory of summer, will stay with me forever..."
My heart was already full The two who are in love are satisfied in that moment.
He loves her and she loves him too.
Even if you don't see him often, even if you can't touch him, even if he disappears.
still love.
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