bayedsolid Chapter 534: The hell lies ahead!
Chapter 534: The hell lies ahead!
My dear, beloved you.
Whenever night falls and the wind blows through the window frames, making a ringing sound, I lean against the windowsill and look at the swaying shadows of the trees in the moonlight, and I start to miss you.
I miss your long, thick black hair, I miss your long and beautiful eyes, I miss the look on your face when you stand in the crowd and look back at me and smile, I miss your gentle and focused gaze.
Ah, I miss you.
Do you remember our first encounter? It wasn't a pleasant one.
At that time, I didn't want to have anything to do with you. I always felt that we were people from two parallel worlds. Even if we had a brief intersection now, we would definitely be separated in the future.
It is you who walk towards me firmly again and again, making us overlap.
It was your determination to approach me again and again that finally brought us together.
Since then, our relationship has become closer and closer, from acquaintances, to friends, to trusted people, and finally, to best friends today.
Best friend, haha.
It is not easy to say the word "best friend". Maybe it is just my one-sided wishful thinking, but I really think so.
You are my best friend and the most important partner in my life.
However, what makes me feel painful is that even though we are so close, I still cannot feel satisfied.
My dear, my most beloved.
I want to be closer to you, closer and closer, until I can hold you in my arms, hold you tightly, and never separate.
People always say that love is not achieved overnight. It is like wine, the longer it is stored, the stronger its aroma will become.
However, no matter how strong the liquor is, it will eventually evaporate.
And my feelings for you are like the vines growing wildly on fertile soil, which will never wither, never dissipate and never disappear.
Maybe worldly prejudice would suggest that we shouldn't be together.
But they always have prejudices and ideas of one kind or another, and they always use various principles to negate the emotions of different people.
The person I want is you.
I only care about your opinion.
Putting aside all the factors that need to be considered, I just want to ask you, have you ever had a little bit, even a little bit of love for me?
If you would respond a little, I would be the happiest person in the world.
But if you say no and decide to retreat back to being a friend, I will pretend nothing happened and quietly be the little grass beside you.
I love you, I always love you. My eyes look at you unconsciously. My hands can't help but reach out to you. My legs always move towards you involuntarily.
No matter which sky, which cloud, which tree, which flower... as long as it is something we see together, it is my deepest thoughts for you.
To you
The one who loves you the most.
"How about it?"
After reading the letter, Gojo Satoru looked very heavy. Like a doctor about to face a difficult and major operation, he asked with a difficult tone: "Lily-chan, are you going to give this... um, love letter to Jay?"
"This... did you really write it yourself?" Surprised, he looked at me with his blue eyes, his tone filled with an indescribable sadness.
Well, Gojo Satoru began to doubt the authenticity of this matter.
However, everything was within my expectations.
"I know this is badly written." My face was burning, I closed my eyes, covered my face with my hands, and shouted at him shamefully, looking like I wanted to find a hole to crawl into right away, "Do you know how much courage I have spent just asking you to help me read this letter?"
"If you weren't a close friend of Mr. Getsu, I wouldn't have come looking for you."
"But you—"
"Stop! Don't talk for now." I crossed my hands on my chest, revealing half of my face. My eyelashes blinked wildly, and I pursed my lips and took several deep breaths.
"Okay." After I calmed down, I said to him, "Okay, express your opinion."
"Then I'll be frank." Gojo Satoru, who had obviously been holding back for a long time, began to express his opinions in a series of sentences, "This letter of yours is terrible!"
"The writing is terrible, the words are terrible, the parallelism and metaphors are so clichéd, and what the hell is that phrase about worldly prejudice? Is not approving of you two being together prejudice? It feels like it was written specifically to mock me."
"And the heart and roses drawn on it are so ordinary. Do these two things have to represent love? So cliché."
Wow, such harsh criticism, this guy, let him say that he is really rude. He doesn't even think about his childish elementary school writing style and poor drawing skills, so what qualifications do he have to criticize me?
“It’s not as bad as you say.” I was hit, but I still fought back stubbornly, “After all, I wrote it after consulting a lot of references.”
"Do you know how many poetry collections of Neruda, Heine, Baudelaire, Pushkin and Yeats I read before I wrote this short letter of a few hundred words?"
This sentence is true.
In order to express the fanaticism, infatuation, corniness and disgustingness as much as possible, I really racked my brains. I took the best of many and picked up the dregs of many, and finally wrote this thing. I almost died of jealousy.
"I can't see how sincere you are at all." Gojo Satoru curled his lips, and said very picky but reluctantly, "How about this, give me this letter first, I'll take it back and help you revise it and polish it, and then I'll return it to you in a few days."
"No, that won't do." I quickly took the letter from his hand. "I told you that after the banquet tonight, I will call Teacher Xia Yu to the glass greenhouse in my back garden to confess my love to you."
"Does it have to be today?"
"Yes, it has to be today." I answered very firmly, "Because today is my birthday, I want to do meaningful things on a meaningful day."
"What if I get rejected?" Gojo Satoru frowned and muttered, "Won't you feel sad?"
"Even if it makes me sad, I still want a definite answer. If Mr. Getsu really rejects me, then from now on, we can be friends without any worries."
"Aren't you afraid that your confession will make things more awkward for everyone? What if you lose Jay as a friend?"
"I believe that the steadfast friendship between us will not be defeated by such a small act! My heart is as strong as iron and indestructible!"
"Do you really like Jie that much???!" Gojo Satoru's eyes widened bigger than bells, and his voice grew louder and louder, "This is totally unscientific!"
"How is it unscientific? It's completely reasonable!"
"No, how can someone confess to Jie without going over the super handsome Gojo-sensei? Can't you see my super handsome face? Even if you really want to confess, it would be more reasonable to confess to me."
Me: "...Gojo-sensei, I know you are narcissistic, but I didn't expect you to be narcissistic to this extent. This is completely pathological, don't you want to get treatment?"
"How can I be sick? I am obviously normal."
“That’s what patients usually say.”
"Anyway." He blinked and pursed his lips and said, "Don't confess to Jay."
"Why?" I said, "If you're afraid that I'll get hurt, I told you before that I don't mind being rejected."
"That's not the reason." He meowed, "What if Jie really agrees?"
"what?"
"Maybe that guy will really accept your confession."
"That's great," I said. "Everyone is happy."
"Lily, don't you understand yet?" Gojo Satoru put his hands on my shoulders and shook me vigorously, as if he was trying to pour out the water in my head. He said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm saving you by not letting you confess."
"If I were to stay with Jay, I'd be facing hell!"