When Peter潘 sees his friends go, he might lose himself if time forgot to take him with him. Will he break apart or will he just fade away?
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I often hide my secrets and hope I won't be discovered. Every day, I choose the wrong path to avoid known faces. Why do I fear them? Just because I worry about being found or being alone.
Today, I decided to go solo, avoiding the chaos of busy streets. But when I turned a corner, I met someone who was not familiar with me at all. I thought twice: should I continue my journey or wait for them to go far? I walked away, and they disappeared into the distance, like a silent trail.
And then, there was a mix of joy and sorrow in my heart. Last night, his vision faded, and I felt an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. My past was gone, but I remembered so many faces and stories I never could have seen: friends who once shared laughter, those who said no to each other, and all these other people who were just trying to find their place in this world.
Maybe hiding isn't always easy. It’s simple sometimes—carrying a light heart and not letting anyone know about the others you’ve lost. In some ways, it reminds me of those forgotten friends who have been living in shadows for years.
Beyond that, I can’t speak anymore. I just want to go on my own journey and tell myself that I will never be ignored or feared.
Alice asked, "What color would you like?"
"Blacks."
She said she loves black, but it was her dark red skin. "I have too many wounds," she sighed. "If someone ever sees my scars, I’d hate them all.
She’s never seen me—until now. She’s been hiding me since I started acting so strangely. And I’ve hidden myself until this point.
Do you know what they’re saying? They don’t always care about how others see you or think about the people who matter most in your life. Sometimes, it’s just about not letting anyone get the best of them. It’s a little too easy to carry that heavy heart with you and forget everything you thought you’d find there.
Some people don’t even know what they’re talking about. "When I’m gone, my memories are still here," she said, but it wasn’t until I got to the beach that I realized how much I didn’t know. There was so much left behind—the sand, the rocks, the waves—that I couldn’t possibly understand or explain.
As I sat there, feeling a mix of sadness and hope, I could see the fragility of this world. We don’t always live on our own terms, and we may never know how someone will feel when they’re gone. But as time goes by, it feels like the distance between us is shrinking. For some people, that’s okay—just letting them go alone isn’t bad.
Suddenly, I started laughing more than I expected. The sun got bright again, and the air was thick with fatigue. It felt like time had been flowing backwards, but I couldn’t move on just yet. When I looked up at the horizon, I could see something—a ship that seemed to float by in a slow, steady dance.
And then, I realized how much I loved this world. The sound of the ocean, the smell of the fresh air, the feeling of time slowing down. It was all gone, but it wasn’t over yet. Sometimes, when things feel like they’re ending, there’s still something new to learn and experience. And that’s why we should keep going even when it feels like we’ve arrived where we started.
As I walked home, I couldn’t help but think about all the people who had passed by on this journey. Some were with me for years, some for a short time, and everyone knows how far they’ve come. But no matter what happened along the way, that distance between us never seemed to grow any bigger.
It’s been a while since I last wrote about friendship, but now, I can’t ignore this small thing—this quiet moment when everything feels like it’s ending, but something still moves me forward. The wind howled through the trees, and the laughter echoed through the streets. This world was just so much bigger than any of us could have imagined, and even though we’re all gone, I know that there will always be someone out there who will remember what they saw.
It’s hard to believe, but now, these fragments of memory are waiting in my mind for me. They’ll fade away as time goes on, like the distant echoes of a fading memory. But no matter how long it takes or how small the moments that pass by, those moments will forever be lost in a sea of other thoughts and feelings.
