But how can you cry...
A leader cannot cry...
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"Noah, are you afraid that I will forget you?"
On the 182nd day of the war, you sat in a gazebo covered with wisteria and asked Noah.
"I'm afraid." Noah said, his eyes were like nebulae in the blue sea: "Although I don't agree with your ideas, I like you as a person."
Noah has lost a lot of weight, but there is still pride in his eyes.
You realize that the distance between you and him is getting farther and farther.
Noah is a very proud person by nature, his ideas and will are firmly defined. His rebelliousness and fighting spirit are reflected in his soul, and your ideas are deviating from him.
"I used to respect you, but I don't know why, now I'm a little afraid of you," Noah said.
“I am disappointed that I have become this kind of person.” You said, “I am very sorry.”
The flowing water and the wind are like hanging ivy leaves in the virtual influence of the courtyard. In the silence, there are only the echoes of the two of you.
His hand stroked the white bird in his arms, and he turned around, completely away from you.
You don't know where he went.
Maybe he went to his ideal fantasy land.
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204th day of the war.
Your black hair grew longer and was cut again, cut and grown longer again, the emotions in your eyes became more and more indifferent, and more and more light gathered on your body, like a pair of platinum wings.
Every time you fight to exhaustion, you will repeat the names of your companions over and over again. Most of them are living companions.
Later, you had no name to pronounce.
You can command everyone to fight for you, or watch them die for it. You bear the guilt and watch the burning resentment. Human civilization has no end, and the bones of countless people push you forward.
——But you will always remember that day.
The silver-haired woman fell in the gunfire, like a broken glass bottle, her limbs were torn off, her white bones were exposed, and the paint on her face clearly expressed the enemy's malice towards her. It read "This woman obeyed the sinner, so she deserves to die."
The people who killed her were the people she had saved.
Because she was your companion, she was killed.
"I haven't... found... my love yet."
She looked up at the sky, with a look of helplessness and confusion in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why she was pierced through the body. The cruelty of human nature tore her apart.
How fragile human beings are.
A little malice, a sharp piece of metal, can destroy a person. Their numbers are so huge, and each one is so small.
Looking at Yue's body, it was as if something broke in your heart. The smell of wine on the ground made you cough violently, choking and tears came out.
"Why do I have to carry so many dead souls?"
You can't help but wonder.
"Why do you want me to see this kind of purgatory?"
"Why do you want me to become... such a 'god'?"
You pursed your lips tightly, locking your raging heartbeat and cries in your chest, and all the blood in your body seemed to be flowing out.
It was as if the soul had been sucked out of him, his breathing became slightly tight, and his temples were throbbing wildly.
Gods cannot shed tears. You drank up her entire collection of wine and spent the night drunk in a pool of blood.
You buried her in the moonlight and poured wine on her grave.
(7/9)
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