I just want you to be well

"Quicker, harder, um...".

I grew more and more excited in his excitement, I heard the sound of each other's breathing and breath holding, I smelled the intimacy of exchanging sweat, and I tasted the endless satisfaction he asked me to give him.

But at this time, I felt the flow of viscous liquid, and I didn't take it seriously.

But something even more terrifying happened. His eyes were closed and his facial expression twitched.In the dim yellow light, I saw not only his face, but one face after another flashed like slides, each one was familiar and vague at the same time, a kind of fear and horror after excitement.

At this time, I felt that my hands were covered with that flowing liquid, not sweat, but scarlet blood.

"Ah..." I was terrified all over.

It was a dream.

I looked through my WeChat address book, and there were not many people left on the label "Yue". It should be said that there were very few people left after being deleted.Those who stay are those who offer to be friends or have other interests after the appointment.

I contacted the rest of the people and told them the news.

Some people’s first reaction was “it’s definitely not me”, and some even angrily reprimanded me in a series of voices, scolding me not to mess up appointments if I’m sick, and they were so scared that they seemed to need to go to the hospital immediately for a full-body examination and disinfection.

After a while, I went back to check their circle of friends, leaving a large horizontal line and blank space.

My mood is like a coming storm.

I was angry, angry that the anonymous unfortunate shared his despair and pain with me intentionally or unintentionally; I was even more angry, angry at my own extreme ignorance and indulgence.

Anger and helplessness lingered in my brain, forming a volcano that was about to erupt at any moment.I don't know if the sudden headache is a disease or a side effect of too much grief.

I grabbed my phone and wanted to delete the software that I had neatly categorized, but I couldn't help but open it, trying to find out the murderer who harmed me.

I turned it on and off, back and forth several times, and lay down in bed to cool down for a while.

I was thinking, should I let go of my heart and forgive what has happened so far?Forgive the man who infected me?Forgive the original circle?Forgive yourself for not being clean?Is it because I think this way that my illness will get better?

I turned my head and turned sideways, "How about revenge?"

I opened the software, quickly located a few avatars that could make my hormones and anger climax, and said indifferently, "Hi, do you want a date?"