Imagine, in the dark girl time when the father is not in the mother's care, there is a man who accidentally intrudes, with a little temptation, perfume and smell, and sexy. Few can refuse.
He will tiptoe back to your room after you fall asleep, gently remove your pantyhose, cover you with the bedding, and be as calm as a father.
He'll watch you dance freely to the music on the TV behind the door, watch it quietly, and then gently encourage you, you can do it. Comment like a good teacher and friend.
He will stop to bandage the wound on your foot, then bow his knees slightly in front of you, and come up to me to carry you. Rely on like a brother.
He will be slightly dissatisfied when he sees the young man around you, but he will not say much, with sarcastic words as if revealing his heart, will he, caring like a lover.
The presence of a man like him miraculously filled every missing piece of life. He was so impossible to ignore, she couldn't refuse. Occasional flirting, forgive her, at this lonely and confused fifteen years old, he came to her side, and he was gradually tempted.
Even in the middle of the night when I see my mother making out with him, I remind myself that he is my mother's boyfriend.
However, in the living room that was slightly drunk at midnight, what he couldn't resist was the temptation he brought.
The poison is you, and the antidote is you. You took me to heaven and pushed me to hell, so cruel.
How could he just disappear? As if it never came.
Desperately looking for him, his panic, his concealment, his avoidance, his indifference, made me realize that my stupidity should have been guessed earlier, right?
After a long ambush, revenge was too confusing, everything was messed up, everything changed, and everything ended in a slap in the face that night.
Maybe what she's waiting for is an end, well, it's finally over, and it's finally time to start again.
Now, I'm leaving you, the one I once loved, maybe.
You have given me happiness and hope, and you have given me a dagger, so that I can see the hypocrisy and lies in this world.
I am like a fish in a fish tank. I can never see clearly that this world is struggling to get out. You came to me, broke the fish tank, let me leave the original warm soil, and finally rushed to the future rivers and seas. I hate your cruelty, and I am grateful for your cruelty, which has given me the liberation of youth.
But I will always remember that in the summer when I was fifteen, you once came.
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