You Cried

The sweetness that seemed to illuminate all darkness was now like a sharp blade dipped in poison, mercilessly stabbing into her flesh.

She did it one by one, and she caused a bloody mess.

Under the astonished gazes of the passers-by, Ann squatted on the ground with her mouth open, as if she was shouting, but was unable to make a sound.

She was unable to breathe with the suffocating feeling in her chest.

She clutched the clothes in front of her chest tightly, tears falling from her eyes and falling to the ground with deep signs.

Ann did not know how long she had been squatting there, but there seemed to be pedestrians talking to her.

But she could not hear it clearly.

Ann turned around slowly when she heard the sound of a car horn.

Melinda lowered the window with a trace of complexity on her delicate face with makeup.