The afterglow at dusk was smeared on the sparkling river surface, like a piece of expired salmon.
Across the river bridge, the girl stood on the railing, crying towards the youth.
“You should have let me die, so I won’t be so painful!”
This world is full of malice, just like a mob, constantly beating the girl, bruising her whole body.
“You think suicide is brave, but it’s just an escape!”
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