Fifth Personality Doujin: The Last Truth

This is a cemetery.

Holding the flowers in the morning, she walked slowly.

The handwriting on the tombstone was still clear. She looked carefully and found only simple names.

No matter what brilliance he had during his lifetime, the only thing left in the world and forever in people's hearts is his own name.How many people can remember the rest of wanton, free and easy, joys and sorrows, parting and reunion?

It's an old story.

What happened to the people who sleep here forever?

Fingers caressed the smooth stele, and that death took them.But, maybe for the people here, this is not the end, but the relief.

The sun passes through the fingers, bringing a trace of warmth that remains at the fingertips, which is elusive.She looked up, this is what they want to get even if they give everything.But, is such an ordinary thing really worth it?

In the mouth of father and mother, it is worth it.

Flowers are placed in front of the grave one by one, bringing a little life to the lifeless cemetery.She never knew the past here, and her parents would not tell her these dark histories.But she can more or less guess some, bloody, life and death.Now, all love and hatred will be shattered after death.

After placing the last flower, she thought, she should have finished today's work.

There are more than one uninvited guests here.

There was the sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves in the distance, and she followed the sound.It was a woman, her old face was on the simple black clothes, and she was also holding a flower, her black voice was like a speck of dust in the world, which could be easily erased.But he was still struggling with his last strength, crumbling but not falling down.She didn't know why she thought of this, this was the first impression the old man gave her.

The woman approached, taking every step calmly.Her steps became slightly sluggish due to the passage of time, and she hesitated whether to go up to help.Before she could make a decision, the woman had already come to her.

I faintly feel that the things I am curious about can get results from this old man.

"You are still too young, now is not the time to tell you." As if knowing what she wanted to ask, the woman smiled lightly, bent down, and put Bai Jie's chrysanthemum in front of the grave. There are not many graves, and the old man didn't use it for long Time put the flowers in his hands, and slowly got up.

The fallen leaves fell silently, even if they fell to the ground, they did not make a sound.

It's hard to imagine that this place was once surrounded by war.

The woman gently placed her withered hand on one of the tombstones, muttering something.She opened the mouth and said, "Did that death... take everyone away?" The woman seemed to close her eyes in pain: "Even if it is the arrangement of fate, there will always be fish that slip through the net."

"Your father, mother, me, even you, are fish that didn't get caught in the net."

She frowned slightly: "You know me?" The old man nodded slightly.She was a little surprised, the old man said: "Diana, what a name, a flower blooming in despair, full of hope."

She was stunned, hoping that this word had never appeared in her life.

Hearing what the old man said, she was even more suspicious about the past of the manor.

"What happened here?" She asked eagerly, and the woman smiled lightly: "I'm not very good at telling people stories... Even if I want to tell it, it shouldn't be at this time."

She lowered her eyes: "Let's put it this way."

"This place used to be a gorgeous dream." The old man's voice was soft and calm, as if nothing could stir up trouble.

She was a little nervous to hear what happened next.

"But, it has withered and withered."

She didn't speak for a long time. After the flowers bloomed for a season, after falling, they never returned to the beauty of the old branches.

And all of this, like a withered dream, disappeared without a trace.