Help each other with "silence"

Silent episode ([-]):

It has been a few days since I woke up from the hospital.

When I opened my eyes, I heard my father calling me softly: "Girl."

I turned my head to look at the black under the texture of the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and I frowned and closed my eyes unbearably, but I didn't want to speak.

There seemed to be a piece of ice stuck in the center of my throat, I didn't want it to vibrate, and I didn't dare to let it vibrate.

And because of his own misjudgment, Dad worried.

Is it because I'm really immature?

It's like, back to the naive and impatient self in junior high school.

I used to believe that friendship is the most beautiful star besides family love, so I tried my best to capture, hold and protect.

In the end, caring is taken for granted so it becomes worthless, cheap and inferior.

I lowered my posture and prayed that the stars would not cross the night sky, and prayed for them to illuminate the dark night, but they were ignored. I could only look up at them passing me one by one in an unbelievable posture. sky, and then disappeared.

There is no nostalgia, no care, no friendship.

At that time, I stood in a daze for a long time in the snowy winter night, and suddenly lost my way.

After that day, I was sick for a long time.

Dad worried for a long time and took care of him for a long time.

And today, is history repeating itself?

I opened my eyes, turned to the other side, and quietly watched the night revealed when the curtains opened.

On the clean window, I saw a pale face against the night background.

In a trance, I saw a child wrapped in a padded jacket standing in the snow looking up at the starless night sky.

Her lips were pale, her pretty face was stiff, she just looked at the sky quietly, as if she was looking for something stubbornly.

She had amber eyes, but lost their color.

Just stood there, looking up, for a long time.

Then, at a certain moment, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and fell down his jaw.

As if something suddenly collapsed, I saw the child suddenly burst into tears.

She wept repressedly, choked, her throat vibrated, and she uttered broken "why" after sentence after sentence.

And today, I don't cry, I don't have "why".I just stared out the window blankly, behind me was the sound of my father's light breathing.

Perhaps, friendship is such a thing that I am not qualified to obtain it.

Perhaps, I was wrong.

It's wrong to still dream of owning this star-like thing.

It is wrong not to covet its brightness.

I don't want to cry, my tears have dried up on that winter night, no matter how sad I have been, God will ruthlessly reject my application for tears, the cold eyes seem to say, I have no more tears to overdraw .

I'm just cold.

Bitter cold.

I stood inside the rusted iron door, frowning and looking at a small body curled up in the corner of the dark room, my heart ached.

I was in the deepest room of my body, looking at the most real person in my heart, frowning unbearably.

I tore a hole in her scarred body again, and the coagulated blood scab seemed to be split again. I stood in the pool of blood and watched the little person fall slowly around her body, with black hair. Not into Yin Hong.

I obviously searched for a long time before I found her.

Find her bruised and bruised.

I stay with her, but I know each other in silence every day.

I hugged her little by little.

That day,

When I locked the door, I promised not to let her get hurt again.

But now, is it so painful again?

She is the me in my heart, the truest me in my soul, the real me.

I looked at her small body curled up in a pool of blood, her knees touched the ground, and she slowly knelt beside her, her red legs were plunged into iceberg-like cold.

She doesn't speak, I don't speak.

All I can give is companionship and waiting.

Waiting for my heart full of holes to heal itself again.

"Girl, are you cold?" Dad looked at my slightly huddled body, and his slightly hoarse voice was carefully soft.

My eyebrows frowned sadly, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slowly.

"Father, it's cold."

It's very cold, as if an ice spring has been injected into the bone marrow, deep into the coldness of the soul.

Dad, I'm cold, really, really cold.