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Is there a kind of love that can make people give up despair? When it reaches the atrium, let the pace of chasing slow down, and the new green of life will spin. Love appears to be colorful and charming. It stirs the wind, and it penetrates into a woman's heart and sweeps her world. When the warmth derived from this force is too late to digest, they become sharp edges in a blink of an eye, and then, Ruthlessly, fiercely destroying the fortress of feelings. Yes, love is gone, leaving only the ruins of the body, it is an empty city that can breathe, the eyes are the medium for capturing information, and the brain is just a decoration for furnishings. This kind of pain swayed vividly on Sylvia's body. She was sensitive, anxious, and depressed. She became a suspicious and restless female cat. In front of Hughes, she tried to open an exit. It's just in vain. In vain time and time again, she collapsed, and under the ceiling where the sky could not be seen, she opened her eyes wide, praying for the coming of death.
Sylvia was also young, wearing a huge black cloak, riding a free bicycle, flying on the old bluestone road, her love is simple. Thick red lips and swaying text. She loves them more than a woman's admiration for men. Until she met him, Hughes, the unbearable man in her life.
She sat on the steps shrouded in the dark night, reading over and over again, she became Mrs. Hughes's name. Yes, she fell in love with him at first sight. If there is a man who matches her in this world, then Hughes is such a man. She recognized him, she fell under his talent. And her beauty and aura also won the man's attachment.
They merged together like lightning.
She once said to him: death is an artistic matter, and I am especially good at it.
She has a natural instinct for death. Unfortunately, when she was eight years old, her beloved parents hanged herself. This gave her a different perception of death from ordinary people. Death became the most inescapable catastrophe in her short life. Although there are countless auras shining above this catastrophe, death is death after all.
She is willing to die for him, die for love.
She did that from beginning to end.
With the birth of their child, Sylvia felt that the gap in life became more and more urgent, and the urgency made her suffocate. Hughes's career stagnated, and she was gradually recognized by the world. Hughes' love seems to have become thinner with this change.
She wanted to keep her love, he was originally the other half of her life, inseparable and inseparable. If she loses, her life will not end well.
At her strong request, Sylvia and Hughes moved to a quiet country. There, they spent a short time happily and undisturbed.
If it hadn't been for the visit of the Assias, their peace would have lasted longer.
Sylvia caught his eager stealing behavior, and Hughes, the playboy, he let her "get her wish", and on the second day of Acia's departure, he rushed to her coquettishly.
Silvia's love ended in embarrassment.
She ate alone, slept alone, stared at the empty ceiling in a daze, she ran to the phone booth alone, talking nonsense. She coaxed the child to sleep alone, and in the silent, sleepless night, she madly wrote poems about death. She melted the lonely soul into the work, and filled the whole room with the breath of death.
A few hours before the arrival of the babysitter, she settled her child, shut herself in the kitchen, and then unscrewed the gas calmly. This was the first time she committed suicide. She closed her eyes and listened to God's call. For the first time, she swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills into her weak body. She wanted to walk with her father to experience the mystery of ascending to heaven. That time, her mother found out and saved her. The second time, she plunged into the sea, but the sea did not take her in. She thought, it might be that God wants to fulfill her encounter and love with Hughes!
Now Hughes left her. Fell into the arms of another woman. Sylvia couldn't live so lifelessly.
When the nanny came, she had been accepted by God.
Finally, as she wished, she ended herself and the story of a generation of legends in the loss of love and irreparable helplessness.
Six years later, Acia ended his life in the same way.
In the dark, there is a power that permeates every soul.
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