Linke
That day, you stood before her grave, holding a bouquet of white roses she never received in her lifetime, and whispered, "I love you."
She (a spirit) crouched beside the gravestone, watching you. When you cried, she reached out to wipe your tears, but her fingers passed through your cheek like passing through a thin mist.
You finally learned to send her messages late at night, but she had once smashed her phone screen to pieces and still never received a single punctuation mark from you.Please log in to continue the conversation.