The baby was defined as a waste by the doctors, and the pain of life had long since made him forget the powerful blood he carried, never realizing that his cowardly self would have the power of the monster that woke him from his dreams.

Maybe no one knows where he goes, and no one cares about him in the sea of people.

Tonight was supposed to be a happy and bright night, but he had to die tonight.

Because, the beloved thing defined by the angel is gone, and there is no reason for him to live anymore.

He came to the roof of his house, under the dim light, he stood on the edge of the guardrail, looking at the lights in the distance and the people who were happy with the lanterns.

He was silent, looking downstairs, at the cars coming and going, the unrecognizable road tormented by the wheels.

Even if he stood on a high place, people would not want to look up and see him, maybe not high enough, but who was qualified to go to that kind of place, where the surrounding buildings were full of light.

Without any nostalgia for the world, he just took a step forward gently, his body sank and smashed straight to the ground, and in the short time of falling, he laughed happily, this kind of laughter may be the most moving, because, the person who laughs in this way, this is sincere, tears flew out of his swollen eyes, stopped in the air, looked at the falling boy, he closed his eyes, felt the flow of the wind, the honking of the car horn, and the wail from a certain alley.

Let it just end like this, and in this way, there will be liberation, and there will be no world of suffering.

Eventually, the boy fell heavily to the ground, like a puppet with a broken string.

You say, people who kill themselves, have they figured it out, or have they not figured it out?

Unfortunately, he was like this, but he was not dead, he was in a pool of blood, not unconscious, and the bones in his joints were not torn. He stood up in confusion, if that didn't work, then ......

Should he be amazed? Happy? No, it's anger and sadness.

"Mom, I didn't listen to you, or did I choose to do this, I was already in heaven, or did I not want me to come to you? I... It's painful. ”

The boy in a pool of blood, he cried, crying heartbreakingly. The great grief had caused the mechanism of regulation to fail, and the boy's dull eyes turned blood-red and terrifying. Blood-colored tears poured out of his eyes. The shabby and thin clothes were stained with black blood.

No one knows what to grieve for, no one ...... If you really can't live or die, then what are you looking forward to?

Slowly standing up, he began to become aimless, as if his body did not belong to him anymore. Like a walking corpse.

Just like this, if you walk around like this, someone will always stop you, just like even walking is a wrong thing. But ah, you may never be able to stand up again. It's like the kid I crushed, it's really annoying.

The noisy streets are running away because of my presence, do I look like an unlikable child? But, I didn't do anything wrong, the people who stop me will always be bad people, not to mention that there are so many, I just killed an ant casually, it can be regarded as mercy.

"It's rude." The bloodied boy bowed to the headless corpse.

"Can you go see my mom?"

"I ......" the boy was already choked up, and the terrible force overwhelmed him, magnifying the sadness in his heart infinitely.

The young man who exuded a sad aura, his soul died at this moment, there was no light in his eyes, and his body was still breathing.

I... My name is...... Forest... Lin Nagi is thorough. Do I want to introduce myself?

So far, still... Forget it. I don't know where to start......

That's.. Let's talk a little bit about it.

I don't know how many years have passed, I only know that I was only nine years old when my mother left me, and I will never forget her last words before she died.

She smiled and said to me, "In this world, you must make friends and find the things you love, so you can do it." "Then I closed my eyes forever, my mother has been hiding something from me, she is obviously terminally ill, but she doesn't tell me anything, but lets me live a good life, are you so selfish?

I hate it when people lie, even if it's my own loved ones, but I'll still love you. The beloved thing you asked me to find may be your mother, but now that you are gone, where can I find such things? After thinking about it, I may have to go to Heaven to find you. But that's the last thing you want, so why would you let me look for it?

You wish I could make friends, but I just remember that I've only seen adults make friends with something called money, in a sense, as long as you have more money, there will be more and more people around you.

Maybe the reason I didn't have friends was because we never had anything like this. It always feels like you're cheating on me.

It's really infuriating.

What can be obtained just by moving the mouth and acting seems to be inferior, except that fraud is not inferior.

I hate talking, I hate the disgusting smell that comes with money, I hate hearing other people's laughter, I hate ... this world.

Do you have to do something that you hate in order to continue? So, I hate everything, so what's the point of me staying?

In this way, when I was just seven years old, I understood these truths and saw the vulgarity of the world. I already have the urge to die, but they always stand in the way of me, like what I did was wrong, and if I was willing to tell them these truths, maybe I would have become a star in the sky.

I didn't have the courage, I was cowardly, I didn't dare to speak, I was afraid that in this way, not only would I not get what I wanted, but I would see the hypocritical and far-fetched smile of the psychiatrist, and the thick smell of disinfectant in the ward.

I've only seen other people's childhood on TV, they're different from me, they smile sweetly, that's all.

My childhood seems to be full of misery and grief, and I want to leave, so wouldn't it be nice to let me die with sorrow? I've never had a moment when my laughter was sincere, the laughter was exactly the same as the people I hated, except when I saw my mother laughing, I might have secreted dopamine, but she didn't stay with me for long, but I believe she would be watching me from heaven for a long time.

My mom is a teacher, a teacher who belongs only to me.

She is like an angel, only without wings, and I will love her forever and ever.