He said no to the girl because he liked him. This kind of like can only be seen by myself. When the secret was discovered by the other party, he gave it humiliation. Everyone knows now. All he can do is escape. Don't go to school, don't go to exams. When he told his parents that he was gay, his mother didn't believe he was gay, and hysterically scolded him to go back to school immediately. Dad doesn’t care if he is gay. All he cares about is his reputation. The paranoid dad said in an irrelevant manner, even if you are gay, don’t tell others. No one cares, I have no interest in knowing. I managed to become Minister, and now I was easily ruined by you. Parents don't understand and don't care. His humiliation, his loneliness, and his helplessness are all carried by himself. He lives in his lonely world. He stayed in that big house with only servants for 10 days. No one knew if he didn't eat, drink, or go to school. There is no one around him, it doesn't matter, but he is so eager to be understood. Longing for his pain to be seen. When the police broke in, he was cutting himself. Only by cutting yourself can you feel the feeling of being alive and feel the connection. He is shouting in this way, save me.
The arrival of the psychiatrist was of no avail, and when he was willing to open up and say something, he was not responded. A psychiatrist who only saw money said, from now on, I will only give you 3 minutes. I knew you were not the kind to commit suicide. He thought he was seen. Ask how she knew. Her answer was so cold. No need to read it, I know from experience that it is impossible for a teenager like you to commit suicide. Three minutes define a person's life. He got the medicine his beloved woman wanted. He loves this woman who wants to commit suicide. He regards her as everything. She is his connection to the world, but she asks him to be an accomplice in killing her. They fell in love in the suicide space, and had sex in that place, they could have supported each other and walked on.
He stayed in his house for 10 days without eating or drinking. Both parents don't know. Parents don't know how to love him, they only know to give him things, but no matter how much these cold things are, what's the use. He didn't have the understanding, warmth, and care that he wanted. His parents regarded him as a disgraceful child. When he was at risk of self-harm or even suicide, they unplugged the network cable and disconnected him from the world's only connection. It happened at the most important moment, when his beloved woman asked him to administer medication, otherwise he would never see her. He cried hysterically, begging, and begging mom and dad to plug the network cable back in. Kneeling on the ground like a fragile and innocent child begging them. Parents shouldn't, he shouted angrily, and even wanted to kill both of them. When Mom was going to plug in the network cable and argue with Dad, he came out of his world. He told them what happened and told them that the friends in the suicide room supported him like family. But his parents still stood on the high altar, severing his connection with the world as an authority.
For him, it was such a cruel thing. I walked out and told you the secrets in my heart, eager to get your understanding and response, but what I got was so cold and decisive.
He tiptoed to the bar, hoping to see her. But he was the only one, and he thought she was dead. The world returned to its usual cold look, so cold that he had never thought of committing suicide, so he tried to drink a whole bottle of medicine. Before he died, he followed his mother's tone and said: My child, you are all spoiled. You are not gay, you are nothing, you are worthless. In fact, he didn't want to die, but the warmth and love he got too little and too little made him feel too cold. Before he died, he called for help asking them to call his parents. He cried like a child and called
his mother that he was dead. The people in the suicide room were alive, looking forward to his arrival. His death made her miserable, it was an indescribable pain. It turned out to be so deeply loved. It turns out that life is more painful than death.
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