High school romance
At an ordinary high school, a boy transferred in one day. He was tall and handsome, with a non-mainstream style that exuded a noble, rebellious aura. Naturally, such an outstanding boy caused a sensation in the school. Overnight, he became famous, receiving love letters and gifts daily, and girls frequently “accidentally” bumping into him was common.
Yet, the boy never accepted any girl. It wasn’t that they weren’t good enough, but he just didn’t feel anything for them. Until one day, he saw a cute girl, and he clearly remembered how fast his heart raced at that moment. The boy knew he had fallen in love with her, although she wasn’t outstanding, he only felt something for her.
Afterward, the boy asked his friends to tell the girl that he intended to pursue her. When the girl heard the news, she was stunned at first, then said, “I don’t agree!” and walked away. Later, the girl’s friend told the boy’s friend that she had been hurt before. She had once treated a boy wholeheartedly, but that boy only treated her like a toy. So she was afraid of accepting love again, especially from such an outstanding boy; she felt he couldn’t be sincere.
The boy’s friend relayed these words to him. The boy’s heart ached, realizing the girl had been hurt. He swore to himself that he would love her well and never let her be hurt again. The next day, he publicly declared his love for her, causing another sensation in the school.
Every day, he sought her out, accompanied her while she did her homework, brought her meals, took her to the dorm, and held an umbrella for her in the rain, getting himself wet. He never called her by her name, always “Little Fool,” because he said it sounded more affectionate… Gradually, the girl believed that the boy truly loved her.
One evening, while walking her to the dormitory through the small forest path, he confessed once more: “Little Fool, I really like you, so much. Will you be my girlfriend? Can’t you see how much I love you? I promise I won’t let you get hurt. I’ll protect you for a lifetime. Little Fool, I’ll cherish you, believe me, okay?”
The girl shyly lowered her head and said, “Mm.” The boy leaned down and kissed her, the hazy moonlight falling on his face, making him irresistibly handsome, and the girl tightly closed her eyes. For a long time, they were the envy of the school. The girl felt like Cinderella, who finally found her prince and lived happily.
But the good times didn’t last. The girl noticed the boy had become increasingly distant, rarely looking for her, and seldom calling or texting. She panicked, feeling her happiness slipping away. Finally, she couldn’t resist going to his classroom. When she arrived, he was sleeping on his desk. She was angry, feeling he preferred sleep over her. His deskmate nudged him, and he lazily got up and walked out to her.
She asked, “Why don’t you care about me anymore? Are you leaving me?” His cold eyes flickered with sadness before turning indifferent.
He looked at her and said, “Yes, so don’t come to find me anymore! We’re done!” His words were like a bolt from the blue, making her freeze, tears streaming down. She grabbed his hand: “You’re lying, right? You said you’d protect me forever, not let me get hurt. Didn’t you? You said I was your little fool, and you’d cherish me! How could you forget?” He turned away, refusing to look at her, violently shaking off her hand, causing her to fall. “Didn’t I make myself clear? I don’t want you anymore! Don’t come to find me!” A crowd had gathered, shocked by his reaction.
Heartbroken, she asked, “Why?” He put his arm around a beautiful girl’s shoulder: “This is why.” The girl seemed surprised, then leaned into him. She watched this, feeling her heart tear apart, clutching her chest. Everything was a lie, a game. But what could she do? Her heart ached… She dried her tears, calmly said, “I understand. I won’t bother you again,” and left. He didn’t see her tearful departure.
Nor did she see him push the other girl away and return to his desk, eyes reddened. He couldn’t hold back his tears, feeling his heart breaking, even breathing hurt. He truly didn’t want to hurt her. He meant every promise but knew they were impossible after getting the terminal cancer diagnosis…
My dear Little Fool, my beloved wife, live happily without me. Forgive my selfishness; I’d rather hurt you than let you watch me die. Even if you hate me forever, I can’t let you bear such pain. Forgive me, I love you.
The next day, the boy transferred out, and no one knew where he went.
The girl returned to her dorm, turned the music up loud, and cried under her covers for two days, not eating or drinking. On the third day, she got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, ate, and went to school as if nothing had happened. When friends asked if she was okay, she smiled and said, “Do I look like something’s wrong?”
Her friends told her he transferred out, and she shrugged indifferently: “Oh.” Her nonchalant attitude made everyone think she had moved on, but she knew she could never forget him. Even if he had deceived her, she couldn’t help but remember…
After he left, she focused on her studies, getting into Shanghai Jiao Tong University. Even in college, she didn’t date, her heart still with him. Though he had been cruel, she couldn’t forget him. Those memories, despite the lies, were precious.
Six years later, she returned to her high school, finding it unchanged. Memories flooded back like a movie. Every step hurt. In the small forest where they once walked hand in hand, where he promised to love her forever, she remembered vividly.
Suddenly, she noticed a tombstone. Curious, she approached: “Ah!” She collapsed, seeing his name. The photo was yellowed but still handsome. How could he be dead? He transferred out, right? An old man sweeping leaves explained: “Don’t be scared, miss. This boy had lung cancer. I heard he dated a girl here, deeply in love. Knowing his fate, he hurt her to spare her.
After she went to college, he died. He bought this forest to be buried here, to keep his promise. Poor kid…” He left, sweeping. Her mind blank, she collapsed again, crying out, “You jerk! How could you deceive me? Make me hate you? Why?!” Her voice echoed, hoarse. Crawling to his tomb, she murmured, “Husband, you’ve been lonely here, right? You always called me foolish, but you’re more foolish, lying to me. Husband, it’s cold here. Let me stay with you…”
The next day, the old man found her body beside his grave, a fruit knife by her side. She had written in blood: “Please bury me with him, thank you.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
