Many people like the night because they have low self-esteem, and I love the miserable night because I also have low self-esteem......

I sat on the last bus, looking out the window at the rain and the small ripples in the puddles on the side of the road, hiding myself in a corner where the headlights couldn't shine, so that no one would see me, and see the terrible scars on my face—the imprint of the fire.

The door opened with a bang, and here he came. He walked over and sat down beside me, his brow furrowed slightly, as he had done when we first met, and I smiled, but I knew he couldn't see me. His eyes sparkled and he was beautiful.

The first time we met was in this car. That time he got drunk, sat next to me, held my arm, and whispered his thoughts, this is fate, right? Then we met, and every night we would meet in this car, and he would talk about him, and I would tell me about what I had seen on TV during the day. Until one day, he suddenly took me in his arms and whispered in my ear that he was happy and comfortable with me. I know, I found it, that feeling, that warm, soft, indescribable feeling.

The next morning, he called me to meet him, I said I was ugly, it would scare him, he said he didn't care, what he liked was my personality, he wouldn't care how I looked. I agreed. But that's when the nightmare began.

There were a lot of people there, his buddies, and his girlfriend, and he put his arm around her shoulders while she ...... It's beautiful! It was the first time I could see him clearly, he was really handsome, and he was smiling, the first time I saw him smile.

He smiled, his white teeth shining in the sun, and his big eyes full of mockery, I had never seen him so happy, even though I listened to him so much in silence, even when he was drunk, and took me in his arms. Now that I have finally given him pleasure, I have made him laugh. Everyone was laughing, and the harsh sunlight was like a sharp knife, cutting at my fragile heart, and the pain was far greater than the fire a few years ago, and I felt as if I had been torn apart and hollowed out. The confidence he gave me, the pride he gave me, was all incinerated and scattered. I turned and ran away, and his companion shouted from behind me, "Hey, ugly, come back, come back!" …… Do toads want to eat swan meat? Hahaha! "The giggling laughter made my world fall completely. I ran all the way home, ran to the top of the building, and jumped off. The long white dress he had prepared was stained with blood, shockingly red, bright and dazzling. I felt like I had turned into a puff of smoke, uncontrollable, floating on top of my body, and I saw the long black hair scattered all over the ground, red, black, white - so beautiful, so beautiful.

I floated carefully in the air, caught the last train, got through the window, and sat in the fixed seat, nostalgic for the drizzly night, and his shining eyes and warm embrace.

The door opened, and he came, as before, sitting beside me, but he couldn't see me, his eyes stared through my body at the dim street lamp outside the window, his brows locked, and he smelled of wine for a long time, he was unhappy, I knew; He's lonely, I know. But does he know I'm dead? Do you know that I'm sitting right next to him? When he got out of the car, I followed him all the way to his house. It was dark in the room, but he didn't turn on the lights, and sat alone on the bed, drinking non-stop. My mood is like the day he asked me out, nervous and excited, I am about to show him my most beautiful appearance, will he praise me? Will you hold me in your arms? Will you still laugh at me? I slowly lay on the floor, blood oozing from my body soon staining my snow-white clothes. I stroked my blood-stained cheek and covered it with my long hair so he wouldn't be able to see my scars. I begged inwardly for him to see me. At this time, there was a sound of retching coming from the house, and he stumbled out and turned on the light in the bathroom...... The soft light shone on me, and he saw me, and we looked at each other...... "Ah! He fell to my side.

In the days that followed, I watched him break up with his girlfriend, watched him imprison himself in solitude, watched him suddenly turn on the light somewhere every night, hoping to see something, but he was disappointed because I was standing behind him, not in front of him......