I started a blind date again, and the other party had a good impression of me and wanted to continue to develop with me, but then I realized that the relationship was really reluctant at all, when there was a person living in my heart. I can't accept anyone else at all, I don't know what love is, I just know that the sadness at that time was real, jealousy was real, sadness was real, happiness was real, and tears were real.

I thought that one day I would completely forget about him, but there is always a certain scene, a certain person, a certain sentence, a certain song in my life, which can easily tear my emotions apart, and then fall into deep memories. Thinking of his little by little, my heart began to ache again and I couldn't breathe; Tears can't stop flowing down. I'm not sure if I can really forget him within the time limit I set, I can only be like this, not noisy, not sad, not happy, quietly with him, no more intersection. The blind date was finally over.

I bought a set of cosmetics and started to learn makeup, and that's when I realized that there were so many things that could be smeared on a girl's face. I also bought a few sets of dresses, even my best friend thought it was amazing, after all, she hadn't seen me wear a dress since I graduated from elementary school, and I told her everything that had happened to me in the past three years, about the game, about the group of lovely people, and about him. I'm afraid that if one day I'm gone, no one in this world will remember that there was a group of people who really existed.

This story is coming to an end, but she can't make up for the ending of the whole story. She is gone, leaving this world forever, because her illness recurred at the beginning of this month, she is studying medicine, she knows how to make herself not painful, physical pain, psychological pain, pressure in life, she injected herself with 10ml of potassium chloride, I don't know how desperate she was at that time, so that she could be so cruel to herself. I heard from my family that she had no vital signs when she was sent to the emergency room, and there was still no response when defibrillation was used, her mother cried and fainted, so young she left like this, leaving her family and us with only pain, I am the good girlfriend she mentioned who worked in Wuhan and her neighbor, growing up together.

She told me the story of their game before her death, and also told me about everyone's final state, the eldest or married, the second child is still running around in Wuhan every day for work, the third child seems to be married, I remember she seemed to have told me that the third child is also a girl, the fourth child seems to have been admitted to the civil service, has a good job, the sixth child also works in Wuhan, everyone is very good, and this game belongs only to them; Their youth.

The last trace left by my good friend is the news she posted, "The world is not worth it", but the simple five words make me feel so terrible when I think about it, it is because I don't care enough about her, my silly girl, you must be happy in heaven, no pain, no disease. I wrote this ending on her computer, her room and her things were well kept by her parents, I know they don't want all the traces of her existence to disappear, and as for the end of this article, I think she will agree with me to continue writing it this way. Finally, may all the good and good be treated gently by this world.

The above story is purely fictional, and if there are similarities, it is a coincidence.