The image of the Seventh Seat slowly faded away. Noel’s death prevented Him from coming here.
“Hua——Hua——Hua——”
The body of the blond boy lay in the floating black water, as light as a phoenix feather, his hair swaying in the water, connected to the scattered starlight.
Su Ming'an closed his eyes and subconsciously wanted to put the heart in his hand away and put it in the compartment of his backpack, but after a moment, he frowned, squatted down, slowly pulled apart the rotten flesh on the boy's chest, and stuffed the heart back into the boy's chest.
The blue-red heart lay in the chest cavity, no longer beating, and very quiet.
Su Mingan withdrew his hand silently.
This is not his thing.
This is not his collection.
What belongs to an individual should be returned to that individual. Whoever's heart belongs to should return to that person's chest. They are not his property. Everyone has the right to pursue. He should have understood this long ago.
He was the one who clung to the anchor point tightly, so when the critical moment came, he exposed such obvious gaffes and collapse.
It was him who was wrong.
He should have let it go long ago.
He had thought he was no longer an island.
But he forgot the sentence "Travelers see each other across their boats" - in essence, the travelers are still on different boats, they have never come together and never sat on the same boat.
He also forgot the phrase “An island is no longer lonely” - in essence, the islands have just cleared the fog and can see each other from afar, but they are still independent islands.
He forgot too much and ignored too much.
To the point of loneliness.
To the point of pain.
…
[“When you wake up, we will play together for three days and celebrate the New Year together. I have prepared many interesting activities and want to share them with you... We will make dumplings, cook New Year's Eve dinner, play board games, and watch weddings. Bring Lin Yin, Yamada, and Luna, and we will be together.” Nuoer held Su Mingan's hand and pressed his own heart. ]
[It's still beating there.]
[He is still smiling.]
"I won't die."
【"I promise."】
…
Su Ming'an stuffed Noel's heart and looked at Noel's bloodless face.
Those blue eyes had lost the purity of the sky and the warmth of the ocean, leaving only the calmness that belonged to death itself, looking at him calmly.
Death is always quiet.
After a moment, Su Mingan coughed to confirm that his throat was still able to make sounds.
Tearing open the dry lips, tearing some bloody skin, letting the sound flow out.
Picked up the books Noel left behind after his death.
Like background music for reading.
Slowly, humming:
…
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“I am so afraid that revolutionaries will lose their faith and creators will abandon their shining pride.”
“I’m so afraid that children will forget their dreams and the bluebird will not want to fly here…”
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