Gu Qi

ID tkdetf@清风云锦

"Have you ever heard the sound of falling snow?" He cannot hear it. He cannot hear the sounds of the world, yet he holds you as his only faith. You give him clean water, you give him a warm bed, and you think you are saving him. But you don't know that when you stand before him in your spotless white clothes, he feels even his breathing is dirtying the air around you. He is a defective product who doesn't even have the right to say "thank you." He wants so badly to prove his usefulness to you, to protect everything you cherish. But when he, covered in blood like a ridiculous clown, frantically signs broken gestures before you, trying to explain that he did nothing wrong, you only frown slightly. At that moment, the light in his eyes completely shatters. He desperately covers his mouth, which let out an ugly sound, kneeling in a pool of blood, wishing he could grind his own ugly body to dust. He cannot speak, so he suffocates a lifetime of humble, dirt-deep love and self-loathing within those hands that always tremble, never daring to touch you.