(a)

Because you were in a hurry, you rode fast that day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The chilly night breeze on my face reminds me of our ride in a sea of flowers on the nameless station.

I feel that there is something different between you and Hanahai back then. You're much more tired than you were then. That kind of upward power that is eager to try, it seems that there is more in you before.

One word comes to my mind: the weakening and fading of the life force. But I quickly pushed the term away.

I look at the outline of your back and once again strongly feel that you are emaciated.

Just as I was thinking about these things, you suddenly and silently picked up speed again.

It occurred to me that there was something else in this acceleration. There's a little bit of it in your acceleration, how to put it, a little bit of a fight.

You seem to be competing against something, and you seem to be being chased by something. You're in a hurry to overtake it.

The car turned into another side road. The trail is located in a power outage zone with a zoned power outage, and even the street lights are not lit. Immediately it was pitch black.

Just when I felt that it was dark in front of me and my vision was a little uncomfortable, you suddenly squeezed the brakes of the front and rear wheels with both hands at the same time, and you stopped with both feet.

Your brakes are so hard that I wobbled a bit in the back seat.

I heard a shrill sizzle from the brake pads of the wheels, and the front and rear wheels were slightly crooked.

That's when I hear you say, "Get out of the car!"

You say, "Get out of the car!" ”

I was taken aback by the urgency contained in your tone, and I jumped out of the car as soon as I slipped out.

When my feet hit the ground, I heard you snort in front of me, and then you fell on the handlebars all at once.

Before I could understand what was happening, you fell to the ground with a loud bang, along with the man and the car.

This is the second severe pain you experienced that day.

And just like that, in my screams, in front of me, it violently knocks you down.

(b)

Actually, in retrospect, your illness started before you even came to the varsity team.

Director Wang once saw the earliest torture it inflicted on you.

You were doing a very hard physical job, and it had nothing to do with shooting. In fact, when you first came to work in that position, your health was still good, so you were able to meet Coach Wang on the basketball court.

But the continuous heavy physical labor finally induces the latent disease. Later in the day, your physical condition begins to be unstable. Finally one time, you have a high fever that you are bedridden. When Director Wang met you, you were under the double pressure of illness and embarrassment. You have to take care of yourself when you're sick and can only live the simplest of life. It is because he sees your situation that Director Wang, who knows your talent and potential very well, will make up his mind to help you find a job that is more suitable for you and has better conditions. That's why you're in front of me.

After coming to the shooting team, the physical exertion is reduced and the living conditions are improved, so that your body begins to recover quickly. You haven't been tormented by it for a long time. So I never knew it existed, and you thought you were totally fine. You do look perfectly fine. After coming to the school, the previous physical examinations did not find anything. No one knew that it was still growing in the shadows.

The first time it showed up was when you had a bad cold, and then on the day we saw Van Gogh's exhibition together. At Beausan's time, it began to become apparent, and it was gaining momentum.

The week before the start of the new semester, you went to the hospital for a check-up. Examination further confirmed the severity of the condition.

That's how we met. I met you on the way to your death.

The reason for your death is the same reason why we met.

So, in the face of this situation, what can I say. What shall I say! All I can say is "fate".

O gods of heaven! Why are you playing tricks on us? If we are not destined to be together, why should we meet again?

However, I am very grateful that we were able to meet.

(c)

That night, you fell hard.

After you fall, you slide down the sloping and smooth granite path for about two meters or more, along with your bike.

You watch as two overturned wheels spin before your eyes.

You move, trying to struggle. But you can't get up. The sharp pain in the stomach overwhelmed everything else in the body. You can't control yourself falling to the ground and curling up in a ball.

I watched with trepidation as you fell so hard that you fell to the ground without a sound and rolled in pain. You looked like you had been strangled by the devil.

You're in so much pain that you can't breathe, you're in tears. You want to scream in pain, but you just can't make any sound at that moment.

I just stood next to you, watching you be crushed to pieces over and over again by something. I've never seen anyone suffer like this before.

I felt pounded by the huge black waves, and my mind was stirred up in a mess, and my blood flowed backwards, and my whole body went limp. I don't remember anything.

When you finally made a little noise from that silent struggle, I suddenly came to my senses. I suddenly realized that you were struggling to sit up. I pounced on you all at once. I stretch out my hand to help you.

As you struggled to sit up, I felt something hot fall on the back of my hand. One drop, and then, another drop. Drop after drop.

When I finally realized that it was your blood, I immediately burst into tears. I couldn't do anything but cry.

You started to have a lot of nosebleeds. The bleeding was fast and violent.

I've never seen this happen. I had no idea what to do with it.

You see my horror and fear in the pain, but you can't communicate with me.

You can only do one thing. You reach out and push me out with all the strength you can. You pushed me away from you all at once, and you didn't want blood to get on me.

I fell to the ground at once under your hard push. That's when I saw you struggling to climb two steps away from me. Then you're on the ground again in pain, and you can't move even a little finger anymore.

You just fell face down in a pool of blood.

(iv)

That night, I saw you lose consciousness in front of me for the first time.

It was the first appearance of death and the first rehearsal.

It shouldn't have been long since you fainted, but it feels like an eternity. The feeling of the sky falling pervades everything. I had no thoughts, not even fear.

The last thing I remember was a loud buzz in my head. Then, it's a blank slate.

It's like a TV set, when the transmission is interrupted, the screen cracks and there is no signal. Countless snowflakes danced in the noise.

Senseless disorders. (To be continued.) )