I don't know why, but suddenly I remembered something from a long time ago. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was too far away for him now, and even in a dream he knew that he would never be able to go back.

At that time, I was able to meet my favorite sisters every few days, and I had a boss who cared about me at my place of work, and many familiar faces around me had warm smiles on their faces.

Although it is so far...... It was a really happy time.

In the gap between the predecessors and the juniors, it is neither the only and irreplaceable mainstay, nor is it a dispensable ornament that no one cares about. For such a person, he just needs to run forward as hard as he can every day. If he is tired, his sisters and superiors will naturally comfort him. If he is too reckless, there will also be friends who will stand up and scold him.

His efforts are recognized by all, and every day he feels like he is paying off...... What's more, no matter what time it is, you are never alone.

Whether it was during the day or at noon, as long as it was meal time, his sisters would always ask him to meet in the cafeteria under various excuses. Obviously, because he was busy with work and couldn't muster up the courage to confess his feelings to the two sisters who were not related by blood, he kept his distance from them intentionally or unintentionally, but these two sisters always didn't know what to give up, not only asked his boss about his work schedule many times, but even forcibly dragged him out to eat with the boss later.

This kind of perverted, fanatical sister control bastard is a wreck, and it's okay to abandon him. If you say that you don't know that emotion at all, you can still say that your loving heart has blinded your eyes for a while. Obviously, one of them already knows the essence, and the other person has vaguely noticed the true face of that attachment as if there was no accident, but at the same time, while feeling overwhelmed, these two people still don't know how to let go when they should let go. That kind of useless gentleness can almost be called world-level...... That's why he likes these two people hopelessly.

In the evenings, his boss would always come uninvited. Even when you're silent, it's always warm to feel surrounded by the people closest to you. She would never know how many times she had appeared in his dreams after that.

He likes his workplace, the room where people always visit, the teahouse where he can talk to his older sister, and the dining room where he can see many, many familiar faces.

Just as all of this played out in his mind like a slideshow, and the person was happily indulging in a dream...... A sharp pain suddenly brought him back to his senses.

If you have to describe it, it is a wedge of rupture that compresses the heart. The insight that sleeps in the body, cultivated over countless events and long years, is still valid even then.

Ahh......h While whispering softly in his heart, he couldn't help but begin to hate his reason, which was imprinted on his bones.

Even if memories don't get blurred, time doesn't turn back in any way. This feeling is probably regret and loneliness, right?

The clearer I remember the past, the more intense the pain felt in my poor heart.

When did it start...... He cut off all contact with people he knew.

I made a promise to write to my boss, but I cut off my newly bought pen because my head was empty every time I started writing, and I put it on hold for a long time.

What changed everything was the disc of a game I saw while wandering down the street one day, and it was a game of the genre called GAL. From then on, he indulged in the interest of his first contact and fell unsupervised at an unimaginable rate...... Slowly, I didn't even have the courage to put pen to paper.

Day after day, it was as if his time stood still. The world in the game is colorful.,The world is also colorful when my sister visits.,Other than that, it's a gray patch.,Can't see the scenery clearly.。

I haven't felt the blood boiling in my body for a long time, anyway, is this kind of thing really still flowing?...... As he thought so, he suddenly realized.

"Ahh Now I'm a dead man......"

That's right.

No dreams, no momentum. Although I have the ambition of life, I don't have the courage to realize it. As for hatred, since that kind of thing is only remembered by oneself, then it is better not to mention it. It's barely an interest, but it's not a decent thing that can be taken out and made public. Every day after eating, I play games, when I am tired, I go to bed, and when I wake up, I eat a second meal when I feel hungry.

It's not just the time, but even the date that has been forgotten, and I can't leave the house in three steps except for buying games and necessities for life. What can be described as such a person other than a "dead man"?

Consciously, he still has it.

I knew the people I knew in the past, and what they knew was a workaholic who worked hard, although paranoid, but full of energy from top to bottom, and was by no means the No. 1 burden in the family at the moment. It's better to say that knowing him will make others feel ashamed, right?

Even if I received a letter from my current self, no one would be happy...... Once the thoughts in my mind enter this alley, I will never be able to get out again.

Of course, people who don't even have the courage to write letters will not have the courage to visit their acquaintances.

The memories of the past are sacred and solemn, supporting his life, and they cannot be tainted no matter what.

Rather than be disappointed, it is better to fight and never see each other again from the beginning, without any contact. That's it. Without oneself as a waste, others will definitely be able to live well.

At the end of the day, I'm just a passerby in someone else's life. Without himself, his sisters and bosses are still geniuses in the limelight. Without himself, capable juniors will still shine. If there's anything he doesn't need, it's just him.

With this thought, even his former closest boss was completely alienated by him...... The rest is only the sisters who perseverely disguise themselves and come directly to the door in a similar way to a surprise attack every time.

"We're in front of your door~ If you don't want your sisters to be identified by the neighbors, just open the door quickly!"

To be honest, every time he receives this kind of text message, he feels that his heart really stops beating for a moment.

Why don't you always learn your lessons......

Decadent to this point, it can be said that there is no cure. Even investing time will not pay off. The best course of action is to abandon it completely.

But......

But if it gets to this point, there are still people willing to grasp this pale and weak hand...... This feeling is not bad.