The first half an hour was almost a one-man show of the heroine, and the thoughts of the dead husband were in front of me: truly, madly, deeply. She pretended that everything was business as usual, going to work, leaving get off work, and meeting friends as usual, but everyone could see that she was trapped in her emotions and almost collapsed.
As if responding to her call, the ghost of the dead husband suddenly appeared. She was ecstatic. They shed tears, hugs, kisses. They played together, lie down at the window and watch the clouds, chatting and playing as usual. She was rejuvenated.
After the ecstasy, life continued. She returned to the original track, went to work, met with friends, and met new boys. And what about Jamie when she's not at home? He is just trapped by love and cannot leave.
Nothing seems to have changed, everything seems to have quietly changed again. He is afraid of cold, she is afraid of heat, he can only appear in front of her, and can no longer participate in other aspects of her life. He began to bring a bunch of undead friends to sleep at home, play undead concerts, and change the furnishings at home (this should be the last thing the deceased would like to see, but he did it with a smile), he gently pushed her forward, Let her see that life is still going on, let her see that his life can't only love her, and her life can't only love him. It is impossible for one person to exist just for another person.
He told her the story of the three-year-old Alice: death still has a positive meaning, which is to remind the living to cherish precious lives.
He asked her to translate that little poem
forgive me. If you no longer live, If you, beloved,my love If you have died, All the leaves will fall on my breast, It will rain on my soul all night ,all day, My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, But I shall go on living
After she left, the undead went back to the house one after another looking at him expectantly: well?
He was sadly silent for a long time: I think so
It turns out that everything has been premeditated
The last rose and cello left in the dark make you cry
Although I don't like beard styling, AR is still AR, and that damn gentleness has not changed at all.
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