Letters From the Moon

13

The topic of life and death was too heavy, so Laurant deliberately avoided it. What we talked about on that day was never mentioned again.

We contacted each other quite frequently.

Although I hated things to have too many details, I could keep talking about all kinds of desires of mine with him.

If the wind and the sunset were gentle, I would take a photo and send it to him.

If the content of a book or a film was touching, I would tell him about it.

I would tell him all kinds of emotions of mine and the major and minor events.

Most of the time, he was listening. I knew that he understood them all.

I was trying my best to tell him that this beautiful world and I were waiting for him without mentioning a single word of it.

Neither of us knew what would happen in the future, but we were both seriously making efforts.

Laurant's everyday life was to eat well, sleep well, and take medicine properly.