Standing on the side of the road, watching the traffic lights flashing, the lights were about to go green, and I didn't have the courage to step out.

Before that, I had been waiting for more than 50 seconds, and in the thirtieth second, he appeared across the road, and we looked at each other, with indescribable surprise in our eyes, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to ask, who am I? Who is he?

Soon the light was green, and the people next to me were already preparing to go, but I was flinching, I was probably still so weak and cowardly, I didn't dare to face it, and wanted to escape.

But I can retreat, it's clear that he's prepared, and I'm his ultimate goal.

On the zebra crossing, we met, bumped into each other, and stirred up that memory, I knew that day would come eventually, but I didn't expect it so soon.

He was a memory of my past, but I chose to discard it, and after that incident, I found a hypnotist to remove the bad memory, and even the old memory.

In this way, in the rest of my life, I was free, working hard to earn money to support myself, and I was at ease like I had never felt before.

For a long time, no one bothered me, I lived in an unknown town, busy with a not very busy job, with a good local wage, and lived comfortably every day.

But after all, I can't resist the time of this thing, I have often dreamed in recent times, and the dreams are some messy things, things that have been experienced, but like it has happened, I don't know why, so I chose to ask the unit for half a month off, go out to travel and relax.

The encounter with him was in this trip, to be honest, I couldn't face him calmly, when he said that he was just a memory of mine, I felt ridiculous, what age, does anyone believe this kind of thing, but he looks too similar to me.

Since then, he has often appeared in front of me, haunted, and rarely seen by others, and once I went to a psychiatrist, but the psychiatrist said that I was slightly insane, and I just wanted to say that I was sober.

I knew it was all his conspiracy, he wanted to put me mentally in trouble before he could find a chance to get back into my head, and apparently he succeeded, and it was on that zebra crossing that he crashed into my body.

When I got home, I was in a house alone, and I could hear my footsteps walking back and forth, and I was afraid that I was going crazy, and I remembered, I remembered, and the past was playing in my head frame by frame like a movie, and I could only passively watch.

It turns out that life is so unbearable, and I am so depraved, but this time there is no escape, there is no escape, there is no escape, life still needs to continue, with this memory, I seem to have to live, because I don't have the courage to end this life, otherwise I would have chosen to leave, so it is still just an escape.

He is still making waves in my head, he is quietly in a corner, there is no sun, no color, gray world, when he will also become a gray pile of dust, at that time, I am afraid that I will have already turned into ashes.