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Where did you go?
Yao.
Stuck here these days, I've been thinking, can only think about it in my mind.
When I woke up again, I saw a familiar scene. Her traces were everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. The street was eerily quiet, and through the window, there was only a vast expanse of white, with nothing visible. Yao, where are you?
The events of that day remain a mystery. I couldn't help but start to question the authenticity of those dreams I once had. Could they all be real? But then, how do I explain the time spent with her?
"Today we're having dumplings!"
"Huh? You can make them?"
"Outside supermarket Bought them, a big bag of frozen dumplings for ten yuan, can last for many days."
She looked at me proudly, with a radiant expression.
We stewed dumplings and simmered soup together, right in this place.
Embracing, loving each other, also here.
But now, you have already left, and I am trapped here. Since you disappeared, today is the seventeenth day, and I sadly remember every single day. What exactly is that monster, and where are you? When I noticed that the food consumed in the refrigerator was always replenished the next day, I guessed that I probably no longer exist in the original home, and this is just a highly replicated space, not the place where she and I originally lived.
A force keeps everything as it was, except you're not here.
Whether it's you or that monster, I want to see it.
I really, really miss you.
But it's impossible.
In this strange space, time has lost its meaning long ago. Day, night, indoors, outdoors are all the same. Not only can the door not be opened, but on the few occasions I tried to forcefully remove the window, a white mist would fill the room. When I open my eyes again, everything is back to square one.
It's all futile no matter what I do.
I tried other methods, searching every corner of the "home". The only thing of value I found was her diary and our initial notes. "I admit that the moment of returning to the original world was lonely." There was no date, only a lot of sentences appearing one by one in front of my eyes.
"I don't know why it has become like this, as if living in a dream all day long, unable to distinguish between day and night."
"You leaving is good for everyone, but leaving is unacceptable."
I am not surprised by these dark thoughts in my heart. Everyone has a small place in their heart that even if illuminated by light, will be devoured without a trace. But perhaps the root of the problem I am looking for lies within it.
"If you can't kill others, then solve yourself."
"If there's no privacy after death, it's better to confess everything and then die."
The past, is it too shameful to look back on...
What happened.
"But I am unwilling to leave like this."
The heart trembled suddenly, a few short words carrying a fierce demon-like resentment.
I don't understand, but is this the problem?
Yao, are you still alive? Where are you?
You must be okay.
Even though, even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still cannot equate that monster from that day with Yao in my heart. I believe the real Yao is somewhere, perhaps anxiously waiting for me.
Definitely.
But I can't leave this place at all, I just can't. All possible measures have been cut off. But I absolutely cannot be trapped here.
In the midst of restlessness, Yao's notebook slipped from my hands. Drifting out from inside was a photo of another girl. Wearing transparent glasses, with malnourished brown hair, her cheeks as empty as the white outside the window. Turning it over, the laminated photo faintly bore a single word, written in Yao's handwriting. "Yi?"
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