"You don't regret it?" The boy looked at the girl.

The girl shook her head, her eyes resolute.

The boy nodded, his eyes as resolute.

The two closed their eyes in tacit understanding, clasped hands, and took a big step forward.

Syllable!

The two young bodies smashed on the concrete floor, blood and brains splattered everywhere.

The boy opened his eyes, and the girl opened his eyes.

The boy stood up, his body making a "click, click" sound of bones rubbing against each other after breaking.

The boy picks up the girl.

"Every day, don't you regret it?" Half of the boy's face was completely glued.

The girl still shook her head, her eyes accidentally falling to the ground.

The boy ran over, picked up the eyeball, blew it, carefully wiped off the dust from it, and put it in the girl's eye socket.

The two held hands and walked into the distance.

It is said that after the death of a person who commits suicide, he dies again every day in the same way, at the same time, in the same place, and repeats it endlessly......

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