Room 707 is the couple's dormitory that Liora and Auriel applied for at the university.
Gray door, two pairs of beige slippers, several wooden hooks staggered on the left, hanging several coats, and photos of the two of them hanging on the right.
Liora approached the photo and unconsciously touched the edge of the frame. She smiled brightly in the photo, while Auriel looked at her tenderly.
At that moment, she looked at herself in the photo and turned her head to look at Auriel. Why didn't she have any impression of my memory?
"Liora, if you keep looking at me, I'll just...well, it's okay, just change your shoes~"
When they walked inside, she saw a large wooden table. The neatness on the left and the messiness on the right are completely separated. Sheet music, midi keyboards, and a pen are neatly stacked on the left, while some paints are scattered messily on the right. Two chairs are placed staggered across from each other
Liora looked at this seemingly unfamiliar environment but felt that it was familiar and kind.
"Auriel, I want to ask some questions about us."
Auriel's back suddenly froze, and her hands trembled slightly as she led Liora to the room. The room was filled with the smell of Auriel's perfume, and everything was arranged neatly. There is an easel on the left with an unfinished painting on it.
"Let's... talk here. What do you want to know?"
"Do you remember in your senior year of high school, you told me that our acquaintance is a secret."
Auriel hesitated for a while, "I don't remember, did I... say that?"
"In November of my senior year of high school, on the day of the first snowfall, I asked you if you knew me. You said you know me, but our acquaintance was a secret."
"Liora, please forgive me, I don't remember." Auriel held Liora's shoulders with both hands and rubbed her neck.
Liora felt warm in her heart because Auriel clung to her.
The smell of fig perfume on Auriel's body slowly entered her nose. Perhaps it was because she had never been so dependent on someone in the past, or maybe he was so lonely in the past.
She treated the surprise she felt with such enthusiasm and suddenly wanted to indulge in the warmth. At that moment, Liora's eyes seemed to have entered the night, and she fell asleep in this warmth.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was already in bed. Auriel's hands were wrapped around her waist, her lips were very close to her neck, and her breath was gently flowing between her neck.
She was like a soft kitten, snuggling up.
The familiar feeling made Liora stunned. Whether it was the fragrance, warmth, or various body movements, it made her get out of the strangeness of the past, like a pair of invisible cats.
She gently held her hand, letting her fall into such tenderness that was unique to her, and then she fell asleep again.
When she woke up again, the left side of the bed was empty. Liora stood up and put on her slippers. When she walked out of the door, she felt dizzy.
Her hand knocked over the photo frame on the table, which contained a photo of the two playing in the snow. At that time, Liora felt as if she had been hit by a stone. Words kept ringing in her head, and memory flashed by.
"Liora, I love you."
"Liora, I finally found you."
"Liora...I miss you."
The soreness in the abdomen spreads to the heart, turning into pain at the end.
The silence is broken by the ringing of the bell
"Hello."
"Liora, Auriel was dead."