Sometimes, I felt like I was a hopeless idiot who held onto the knife's edge too tightly, refusing to let go even when my hands were covered in blood.
I opened the diary and wrote on this page with great difficulty. "Liking someone I shouldn't like, is like sailing against the current with no end in sight. Liking you and love is one thing, it's inseparable. Giving up, means giving up everything. However, if liking you only brings pain, I'm willing to give up everything."
I closed the diary and held it tightly in my arms. Unconsciously, my tears fell.
The next morning, I nonchalantly picked up my school bag like I was going to school. In the past, Dong Yu and I would always go to school together, but early in the morning at the intersection, I parted ways with Dongyu. He walked in front, and I hailed a taxi to the hospital while he wasn't looking.
