We ate and chatted together, and made an appointment with friends to go shopping on the weekend yesterday. It is clear that the dust is still vivid, but how can it turn into a cloud in the blink of an eye. What I want to do can no longer be done. People who want to meet will never be seen again.
“Follow me”. With the sound of the world away, it was clear and cold, and my only soul could not help but shake. Is where to go.
At this time, I looked sideways and found that my mother was on my right, holding my hand, and the outline gradually became clear. I called my mother excitedly, and the voice gathered from all directions, hollow and lifeless. Mommy mommy. The memories from minutes and seconds ago returned to the cage at full speed, feeling sorrow and sadness, and my mother died with me.
No, no, mother died to save me. How could she do this for me.
Fortunately, fortunately, I became a soul and my mother is still by my side.
Mom, my voice trembles so badly that it breaks up in the air.
My mother seemed to be inductive, and held my hand tightly. Smiles soothingly at me.
I have calmed down from the initial panic, and I feel funny. It turns out that after death, people will really become lonely ghosts. Wandering without attachment, what’s even more ridiculous is that I watched everything that happened clearly.