good luck

Chapter 70
This is July 2007, 7, at six o'clock in the afternoon.

Her body fell from the window on the sixteenth floor and bloomed into a bloody hibiscus.

Park An-ho's Diary Friday, July 2007, 7 She Died

When I wrote this title, my heart ached, as if thousands of bugs were gnawing on it.

I didn't cry.

I just had some weird fluid coming out of my eye.

I really didn't cry.

"Well, I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself." This turned out to be the last sentence she said to me.Is this deliberate?What she said to leave turned out to be a farewell!I didn't notice it!
Suddenly remembered a post in the forum a long time ago: If your best friend died suddenly in front of you, what would you do?I also followed the post, and I said that I hope that such a tragic thing will never happen, and I hope that everyone will not encounter such a thing.The landlord's kind reply: What I said is if!Please assume!I don't think about it because I don't want it to happen.

Life is impermanent, is it worth it?
Now my best friend is really dead in front of me, although I have never seen her expression jumping down from the sixteenth floor, even though I don't know the reason yet.

my mood?Nothing but grief is more grief.All languages ​​lose their meaning of existence.

She lay there as if she had fallen asleep, blood was flowing from her head, and it was bright red.It was the color of hibiscus flowers, so gorgeous that it made people feel distressed.I knelt beside her, and I touched her face, which had lost its temperature.My mind went blank and I forgot to even cry.There are more and more people around, but I can't hear anything.I want to hug her so much but I'm afraid I'll hurt her.My dear Hibiscus fell from such a high place, it hurts, it must be very painful.How should I hold her?I don't know. I don't know at all.I can only continue to touch her face with my hands, the blood is sticky and sticky to my palms, cold.

Zhu Jin, you still have a word with me, just a word, okay?
Zhu Jin, stop playing, open your eyes and look at me, okay?

Zhu Jin, I'm An Hao, don't be so disobedient, can you get up?
Zhu Jin, at least say goodbye to me, okay?I beg you.I beg you.

I shouted countless times in my heart, Zhu Jin, Zhu Jin, but she didn't answer me, she didn't want to look at me, she didn't want to say a word to me.

The teacher said that I was probably quite frightened.Let me rest for a while.I didn't say anything.

That's not scary.no.

My heart was empty, and the lights in both chambers went out at the same time.

This is my best friend.This is hibiscus.How could she be scary.Although.She... died.

I looked up and saw the desk calendar on the table, and there were five red letters "Black Friday" written under July 7.

Destiny is really funny.Zhu Jin, did you do it on purpose?According to legend, both Friday and 13th represent sadness and misfortune, but you actually chose such a combination of the two days to leave me.

You must remember this song, you once sang it to me jokingly, now I give it to you.

Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless,
Little white flowers will never awaken you ,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday, Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go
death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Glory Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of My heart
Dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Farewell, dear Hibiscus.

(End of this chapter)