Author: prretyfoot
Word count: 2946
At dusk, on the shore of the lake, under the sycamore tree.
In the setting sun, she was slim, with long hair like a waterfall, and her graceful outline was painted with a circle of gold by the afterglow.
“If I leave, will you miss me?”
She asked me faintly, against the light, I couldn’t see her expression clearly.
“If you don’t leave, then I don’t have to think so hard, and I can really have you.”
I answer.
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly rushed over and hugged me. The moment she bent over my shoulder, I saw
Tears glistened in her eyes.
We held each other like this for a long time, until the night gradually fell. The fragrance of sycamore flowers slowly fills the air
, very thick, as thick as endless winter snow, pressing heavily on my heart.
the aroma of wine
Candlelight, Mozart, in a coffee house.
We sat opposite each other by the window, and the bitter red wine, like a flute, blew the desolate prelude to my separation from her.
“Let me invite you once today. I won’t have the chance to invite you later.”
While she was talking to me, she stretched out her hand to call for the waiter.
“Do you want to eat something else?”
Before checking out, she asked me this.
“I want to! Eat you!”
I looked straight at her and answered firmly.
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly glanced at the waiter who was giggling, two red clouds flew onto her cheeks
.
The night sky was very blue and weighed heavily on our heads. And we cuddled, step by step through the deep
of night.
“How do you want to eat me?”
Leaning into my ear, she asked quietly.
her fragrance
Small room, thick curtains, soft music.
Close to her, a faint fragrance, so familiar. But from tonight onwards, it may no longer belong to me.
“Come and eat, I’m still yours tonight.”
With tears in her eyes, she forced a smile and said.
“The Last Supper?”
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