13 ending

I watched Ann leave in silence without saying a word.

Am I wrong?

Is it energy instability?

This unstable state will directly affect the human mental magnetic field. It is hard for people here to imagine the dramatic changes in space, let alone the spatial configuration and the rate at which time passes.

Ann is dead.

All of a sudden, all of a sudden.

I did not expect that it was she who ended her life. The smell of blood was filled with the smell of wood in the shop, and the light of blood spread to every corner, but kindly let go of all my collections.

I just stained that pebble.

Because... There is no place to go, there is no turning point to stay, if you want to go now, otherwise you will be old, do not want to leave in front of me old and embarrassed appearance?

I could have saved her life, like... The first time. But I couldn't help wondering if it was right to save her.

The barren heart was replanted with flowers. I did not know when the seed was sown, but it blossomed overnight. The roots went deep into the poor soil and spread all over the body, as if they had been infiltrated.

But without nourishment, these flowers would die irretrievably, taking me with them.

It's a really long and painful process.

And unlike you, her father was bound by her arrival, forced into the ordinary and ordinary life of human beings, so he regarded her as a burden.

Even the death of a loved one was blamed on Ann.

But why?

She should have had a normal, smooth life.

I hope this time can be as she wishes, to accompany her to old age, until death.

Now I can probably understand what that red-brown haired man, always smiling irreverently, always said to me in a very serious way.

I said Rob was sentimental, but it's not like that.

He came more mercilessly than anyone.

I saw her as she was born with a clear cry, and her red blood slowly congealed together, forming a thread that fetters a person who will never stop.

Could this be life?

It was Rob, with a cold face, who raised the dagger with a cold light. At this point, Ann's mother became a soulless puppet, while Ann waved her hands and slowly lost her strength.

Her mother would recover, but would later become ill and die.

But how can a baby take such a blow?

The baby was ugly, red, wrinkled, as if it had been lifted from a pot, tossed aside, and gradually lost its life.

But the eyes are unexpectedly good-looking, big eyes in a small face but very harmonious.

As if moved by a dying light in my eyes, I was driven forward and picked up the tiny child.

"Come and see me, if you are sensible."

The magnetic field is out of whack, and Ann's wires have been cut at the same time. I have to find a place to help her, and her mother can't take care of her in this condition.

How did Rob do that?

Decisive and cruel, cut off and Xiao Wan's mother's fetters.

None of this is right.

The thread is inherently interwoven with me, with you in me, with people, with things, with itself and the outside world, so it is impossible to cut it completely.

And the dagger did it, hard and hard, taking away the breath of Rotter, but also their own, and without the magnetic field, they would die for all sorts of reasons.

It is also the world's ability to mend itself, to strip away what is broken and bring forth new life.

Therefore, Ann and her mother's early death is also inevitable.

I didn't feel it before, but when I did, it came out like a bamboo shoot.

I'm a fixed state, and if I can change that, I can go back in time.

Although there is a definite time and space, there is a high probability that I will be compressed by space-time gravity and instantaneously transformed into meat sauce.

It doesn't matter. Now my first step is to forcibly change my energy state to semi-steady state. No one knows what happens out of the state of instability, does it just go away as a blob of molecules?

I made it.

I personally connected her past and future to me. From then on, her past pointed to me and her future came to me. The past and future converged at one point, and a person cannot exist in both the past and the future.

I did a cruel time loop.

Time and time again the story began, and time again it ended, and just as I met my final demise, Rob came again.

"You've gone crazy, messing up your mind enough and aging your body on cycle after cycle."

"I'm not you."

"You are not me." Rob gave a sigh and a tut. "I'm not you, and I'm not going to write about our days."

Rob: I'm in the mood for a joke.

"Her mom didn't know why she lasted so long, but it was almost over, and she ended up with you."

It's a terrible thinness.

"Cho, stop now and you'll still be alive, and you'll be able to keep writing your stupid journal and reading your stupid collection."

Rob said it in a very serious way. He didn't seem to see anything wrong, but gradually he stopped and the world went horribly quiet. He looked at me and I smiled.

The corners of his mouth twitched, trying to say something, and suddenly a question came to him. Suddenly, his face became very fast, from green to white to green again.

Rob suddenly thought things through. He was furious, gasping violently.

"Crazy! He looked at me through gritted teeth, as if he had suddenly developed a deep hatred for me. "You're a madman! How did you know that I would abandon them, my love, my home? Daggers? How the hell did you get the dagger? How did you get the dagger in the first place? And your fucking journal. You showed it to her, didn't you? !"

I glanced at him, didn't answer Rob's questions, turned around, waved at him, and walked out into the sun and rain.

It's natural because people don't change. People are creatures of a lifetime. So are we, we just learn to hide and pretend.

As for the dagger, of course, I got it by gathering compressed energy. If it wasn't for Ann, how would I have the chance to go back and give it to myself?

Gravity will cause the bending of space-time, and the bending structure of space-time depends on the distribution of energy density and momentum density of matter in space-time, but the empty bending structure in turn determines the orbit of the object.

She is a rock thrown into a lake. Gravitational waves are ripples in space.

The only thing I've learned in four dimensions for so long is that everything has an expiration date, flowers, wine, paper, summer nights, fireworks, youth, love, and, for us, the least valuable time.

No one can blame the brevity of things, or say that it is their brevity that makes them good; If there is no end to happiness, then happiness is crushed pain, changed shape, become more sharp.

So I fell in love with the inevitable endgame, where eternity was forcefully squeezed out and the short and crazy preferred.

The amount of unstable energy compressed from her is just what I need.

Gravitational waves from a simulated binary black hole system slowly release the energy, and eventually the two black holes collide and stabilize.

This unstable state will directly affect the human mental magnetic field. It's hard to imagine the dramatic changes in space, the configuration of space and the rate at which time passes, and gravitational waves come from the curvature of space-time, which is just what we need before energy is completely annihilated. Just like Ann and her mother.

One to sing with me, one to give me a dagger.

Ever since Ann sat down in front of me, ever since I saw the future me and the dagger handed to me.

I knew that this was the stage I had set for myself, and I was about to put on a show at the cost of my life.

No matter how long we live, there will always be a day when we are submerged by time and years. The sand and gravel washed away by the river will not leave a trace, but we come to this world, isn't it for the pursuit of existence? I smiled a lonely wry smile.

Why was Ann afraid of me at that time? After thinking for a long time, I finally came to the possibility that she and her mother formed a positive and negative annihilating energy black hole because Rob was her father, and there was a slight particularity in it.

At that time, time and space seemed to resonate with her, and information flowed back and forth, probably because of the death, the pain and the fear that had etched itself into her bones.

But I got her love.

Countless details, through memory tracing, transformed into ambiguous, tacit, sincere, intimate, and self-righteous understanding; And creepy, curt love, a parody of human love.

I will drown in love until I die.