Sleep in the Caribbean

Fang did not go, you will restore the memory, and then you will stay. . . ! ! "

Black smiled, looking at the kind and gentle HATTER, he found his face becoming more and more familiar in a blur, and there were layers of warmth in his heart, filling up the temperature that was gradually leaking out of his body.

She reached out and stroked HATTER's pale face, tenderly and affectionately: "Thank you, HATTER, don't feel sorry for me." Her departure seemed inevitable. Although it was only a short acquaintance, Blake really fell in love with this Free and magical places, and people.

Blake smiled, with tears in his smile.

Everything came and went too fast.

"Why is my rum always missing?"

A realization gradually became clear in her heart, and she smiled without regret, as if leaving was her correct destination.

She left the last word to HATTER, when the last tear ran across her fair face and dripped on HATTER's clothes, she finally disappeared in his powerless arms.

"Why... a crow is like a writing desk." HATTER froze there for a long, long time. . . . . .

The sad and innocent white pupils in front of her eyes changed from blurry to clear, but now they turned into deep brown pupils with doubts.

Same silhouette, vastly different owners.

The owner of the eyes was puzzled and a little worried, and moved to a distance that was too close to Black, and the breath was full of the strong smell of rum.

Black, who had woken up early, still lay there with some exhaustion and exhaustion, looking at the sky and the scorching sun, calming down his emotions lightly.

A wonderful and magnificent dream.

"I thought you were going to die," JACK leaned too close. Seeing that Blake had finally woken up, he pursed his lips and used an exaggerated expression to cover up the strange turmoil in his heart just now, "No one has more expressive expressions than you in dreams. Yes, my dear." As he spoke, he reached out and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of Black's eye.

"I thought you were the champion in this regard." Black sat up, expressing his displeasure at JACK's getting too close.It hit his head straight.

"Oh!" With a familiar strange cry, JACK pretended to cover his forehead, and then smirked, "It seems that you are fine."

"It's just a dream." The familiar figure in his heart finally merged with the person in front of him, and Black also smiled and looked at Jack, with more tenderness in his eyes than before.

She didn't want to forget the gradually blurred dream, and murmured:

"A dream...just..."

which is true,

The person in front of you is the truth.

"JACK."

"kindness?"

"Since when did you grow a beard?"

"Since they grow~"

"...what do you think of the orange curly hair?"

"Oh, that's too bad... YEAH, but it might be trendy, you know..."

The familiar hot and humid Caribbean sea breeze lingered around the two of them for a long time.

Push them to their own story.

(Finish)