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"What can I do?"
This is the words of a helping hand, but Henry's body has stretched away, and the contradictory approach pulls a trace of pain and struggle between his eyebrows, but under the calm face, there are stormy waves, as if even falling through the window. The sunlight that came down became cold.
Meredith stared at Henry in a daze, desperately grabbing her ankle and dragging her into the abyss of death bit by bit. Before giving up, she shouted out from the deepest part of her heart. "As you said, we were born in such a society with nothing, the only thing we can do is to lament the bad life..."
Meredith searched Henry’s eyes eagerly, trying to find the slightest resonance in those eyes, as well as the warmth he was familiar with, but Henry’s eyes were so calm, as calm as ten thousand years of ice. Her emotions were wrapped up tightly, which made Meredith eagerly take a small step forward again, wanting to see more clearly and more clearly.
"This is not enough." Meredith felt that she was tearing into pieces, "I can't hold on." She took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but her emotions blocked her chest tightly, and she couldn't say anything. , She could only shook her head, and then shook her head again, the despair like a free fall, pulling her emotions, began to fragment.
Looking at such a fragile Meredith, Henry’s eyebrows flashed with forbearance, but he still tried to get close to Meredith, but after raising his left hand, he approached Meredith’s arm. , But I don’t know where it should be placed because Meredith is a minor and he is also a teacher. It is not allowed to touch minor students in any way.
In the end, Henry's left hand was put down emptily, and he said earnestly, "Listen to me, listen." The face in front of him was so immature, and before he had time to grow and open, it had begun to wither, Henry's brow A faint cluster, considering his own words, "We are all the same, we all feel pain..." The low and magnetic voice was like a gurgling river, causing the pain in Meredith's eyes to begin to surge.
"We will all encounter the chaos of life, I know, life is really very confusing." Henry's voice was so light but so heavy, his words leaped and rolled between his lips and teeth, and all the bitterness, struggle and suffering in his heart were suppressed. , There was only a calm, dead ashes calm. Before realizing it, Meredith's eyes were again with tears, looking at Henry dumbly and blankly, motionless.
"I don't have the answer to life either." Henry cruelly pronounced that he can't even redeem himself, so how can he redeem others? After the words were finished, Henry paused for a while, those deep eyes gleaming, he tried to remain indifferent, but the dilapidated Meredith before him made him unbearable, and the struggle awakened countless in his mind. Memories: The mother who cannot be saved, the grandfather who cannot be saved, Erica who cannot be saved, and the self who cannot be saved.
Maybe, he can't save Meredith, but at least, he can fulfill his duties as a teacher.
"But I know that if you write everything down. Everything will be fine." He is an English teacher, and words are his medium, and he hopes Meredith can be redeemed from it. But he forgot that for Meredith, photography is her medium. But at this time, he was already overwhelmed, and he didn't have time to pay attention to these details, and the muscles of his back stiffened again, and the invisible alienation was always looming, as if tormented by a campfire.
He is persisting, he is working hard, he is doing his best, otherwise he will look away and look at Meredith seriously, attentively, and intently, hoping that she can feel the sincerity in her eyes and find The power to persevere. He sincerely hopes that she can be redeemed.
Meredith was immersed in the moon-like eyes, and could capture the bitterness between the eyebrows, reflecting his face, as if standing in front of a clear mirror, suffering from there. In her soul, she saw her most familiar state, he was the same as her. The hot tears just slid down.
Meredith did not wipe her tears either, but looked at Henry desperately and fragilely through the dim tears, "Mr. Bart, do you like me?" Her choked voice was intermittent, fragmented, and precarious.
The corner of Henry's mouth formed a curve, with a little helplessness, "Of course." In the way the teacher likes the students.
But this sentence completely defeated Meredith’s last line of defense and strength. The whimpering voice rolled up from the depths of his throat, and tears continued to flow out. Fortunate, ashamed, joy, madness, pain, sorrow, all. Emotions are surging up. This is the first time someone said to her: like it, the first time since birth.
She just let her tears flow freely, as if the three-year-old child finally found a warm harbor after losing his way for a long time, and then moved small steps and walked forward little by little, timid but anticipating, fear but fear. Yearning, finally the whole person threw himself into Henry's arms, carefully leaned his head on Henry's shoulder, tears completely broke the bank.
Henry raised his hands and was at a loss. He tried to avoid him, but there was no retreat behind him. Then Meredith hugged him tightly and wept loudly. Henry was overwhelmed by the fragility that fell apart. He raised his hands high and tried to put it down and pat Meredith's back, but this action was not suitable, so he stiffened in the air again, not knowing what to do. it is good.
He can’t do this, not only between the teacher and the student, but also not only between the adult and the minor, but also because he has no spare energy to save another person. Perhaps, this embrace is not to save, but to go to another. A bottomless abyss. He was trapped at the bottom of the abyss of despair, living numbly and indifferently like a walking corpse, but he could not pull Meredith to die together.
"Meredith, don't do that." Henry's voice was so difficult, the pain between his brows could hardly be hidden, it was about to overflow, and even the words became difficult.
"Please." Meredith's sobbing voice came from her chest, pleading bitterly.
Henry knew it was cruel, but he had to do it. He put his hands on Meredith's shoulders and pushed her away, carefully keeping the distance between the two people, but he didn't dare. Using too much force, he could only half-bend his arms stiffly, without straightening them, but not closing them, and then tried to lower their heads and look into Meredith’s eyes, but Meredith was already in chaos, just clutching it. Mouth, shaking his head in tears, trying hard to return to Henry's embrace, looking for the warmth and the dry and reassuring breath.
"I can't help you." Henry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth as hard as he could, said in a deep voice, drawing a line between the two.
Meredith raised her head and pleaded mournfully, "Please, please." But she was disappointed because she couldn't see Henry's eyes, nor the familiar tenderness, even The softness and fragility in the memory turned into a cold indifference and toughness, which made her burst out with amazing energy, directly ignoring Henry's refusal "no", and plunged into Henry's arms suddenly, as if This is her lifebuoy, and this is her last life.
"You said you like me. You said it." Meredith has completely collapsed, constantly, repeatedly, babbling, repeating the same sentence, "Please, please." She put everything down. His self-esteem and reservedness also abandoned all defenses and protections, as if falling into the dust, crying again and again. "Please, please don't leave me, don't."
The cry of blood and tears made Henry feel sad, and there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes. He quickly turned his head, took a deep breath, and concealed the fragility of that moment, but the sadness and pain between his brows But it was too thick to melt, as if being in purgatory, tortured.
He tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound. He could only push Meredith away forcefully. This was too cruel and too rough, as if his hands were already covered with blood and were strangling. Life.
"Please, I just need you to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay. Please." Meredith was already crying out of breath, and the words were looming and could only be pieced together. Out fragments.
"Everything will be fine." Henry muttered, seeming to persuade Meredith and himself, "Everything will be fine."
Meredith could feel the strength on her shoulders, resisting her approach and refusing her help. Even the words lost their warmth. She rushed forward and buried her head in his arms. Here, absorbing the last touch of warmth~www.novelhall.com~ She knows that she is extremely pitiful and extremely sad, but she has no way to think. This is her last hope for survival.
The door of the classroom was pushed open, Sarah stood by the door, looking at the two people hugging each other tightly, and looking at Meredith who was crying, the thoughts in her mind flashed, and then revealed an incredible Surprise and fear.
Meredith heard the sound, turned her head, and saw Sarah showing the sight of the trial, which made her last bit of strength disappear completely, "No, no, no," she shouted desperately, in the original. The ground went around in circles, angry at herself, Henry, and Sara, but after all she was ashamed and desperate and broke all the lines of defense and was defeated, so she fled and left the classroom quickly.
"Wait, Meredith. Wait." Henry chased after him, but Meredith didn't stop, staggering away, and Sarah, who was standing next to him, looked at Henry in disbelief. "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
But at this time, Henry didn't have time to pay attention to Sarah. He just looked at Meredith's sobbing and fragmented back, and said, "Merdith, I'm sorry." The voice fell like a disc of loose sand, and then He was stunned, his grief fell slowly on his shoulders like night, his eyes were so painful.
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"What can I do?"
This is the words of a helping hand, but Henry's body has stretched away, and the contradictory approach pulls a trace of pain and struggle between his eyebrows, but under the calm face, there are stormy waves, as if even falling through the window. The sunlight that came down became cold.
Meredith stared at Henry in a daze, desperately grabbing her ankle and dragging her into the abyss of death bit by bit. Before giving up, she shouted out from the deepest part of her heart. "As you said, we were born in such a society with nothing, the only thing we can do is to lament the bad life..."
Meredith searched Henry’s eyes eagerly, trying to find the slightest resonance in those eyes, as well as the warmth he was familiar with, but Henry’s eyes were so calm, as calm as ten thousand years of ice. Her emotions were wrapped up tightly, which made Meredith eagerly take a small step forward again, wanting to see more clearly and more clearly.
"This is not enough." Meredith felt that she was tearing into pieces, "I can't hold on." She took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but her emotions blocked her chest tightly, and she couldn't say anything. , She could only shook her head, and then shook her head again, the despair like a free fall, pulling her emotions, began to fragment.
Looking at such a fragile Meredith, Henry’s eyebrows flashed with forbearance, but he still tried to get close to Meredith, but after raising his left hand, he approached Meredith’s arm. , But I don’t know where it should be placed because Meredith is a minor and he is also a teacher. It is not allowed to touch minor students in any way.
In the end, Henry's left hand was put down emptily, and he said earnestly, "Listen to me, listen." The face in front of him was so immature, and before he had time to grow and open, it had begun to wither, Henry's brow A faint cluster, considering his own words, "We are all the same, we all feel pain..." The low and magnetic voice was like a gurgling river, causing the pain in Meredith's eyes to begin to surge.
"We will all encounter the chaos of life, I know, life is really very confusing." Henry's voice was so light but so heavy, his words leaped and rolled between his lips and teeth, and all the bitterness, struggle and suffering in his heart were suppressed. , There was only a calm, dead ashes calm. Before realizing it, Meredith's eyes were again with tears, looking at Henry dumbly and blankly, motionless.
"I don't have the answer to life either." Henry cruelly pronounced that he can't even redeem himself, so how can he redeem others? After the words were finished, Henry paused for a while, those deep eyes gleaming, he tried to remain indifferent, but the dilapidated Meredith before him made him unbearable, and the struggle awakened countless in his mind. Memories: The mother who cannot be saved, the grandfather who cannot be saved, Erica who cannot be saved, and the self who cannot be saved.
Maybe, he can't save Meredith, but at least, he can fulfill his duties as a teacher.
"But I know that if you write everything down. Everything will be fine." He is an English teacher, and words are his medium, and he hopes Meredith can be redeemed from it. But he forgot that for Meredith, photography is her medium. But at this time, he was already overwhelmed, and he didn't have time to pay attention to these details, and the muscles of his back stiffened again, and the invisible alienation was always looming, as if tormented by a campfire.
He is persisting, he is working hard, he is doing his best, otherwise he will look away and look at Meredith seriously, attentively, and intently, hoping that she can feel the sincerity in her eyes and find The power to persevere. He sincerely hopes that she can be redeemed.
Meredith was immersed in the moon-like eyes, and could capture the bitterness between the eyebrows, reflecting his face, as if standing in front of a clear mirror, suffering from there. In her soul, she saw her most familiar state, he was the same as her. The hot tears just slid down.
Meredith did not wipe her tears either, but looked at Henry desperately and fragilely through the dim tears, "Mr. Bart, do you like me?" Her choked voice was intermittent, fragmented, and precarious.
The corner of Henry's mouth formed a curve, with a little helplessness, "Of course." In the way the teacher likes the students.
But this sentence completely defeated Meredith’s last line of defense and strength. The whimpering voice rolled up from the depths of his throat, and tears continued to flow out. Fortunate, ashamed, joy, madness, pain, sorrow, all. Emotions are surging up. This is the first time someone said to her: like it, the first time since birth.
She just let her tears flow freely, as if the three-year-old child finally found a warm harbor after losing his way for a long time, and then moved small steps and walked forward little by little, timid but anticipating, fear but fear. Yearning, finally the whole person threw himself into Henry's arms, carefully leaned his head on Henry's shoulder, tears completely broke the bank.
Henry raised his hands and was at a loss. He tried to avoid him, but there was no retreat behind him. Then Meredith hugged him tightly and wept loudly. Henry was overwhelmed by the fragility that fell apart. He raised his hands high and tried to put it down and pat Meredith's back, but this action was not suitable, so he stiffened in the air again, not knowing what to do. it is good.
He can’t do this, not only between the teacher and the student, but also not only between the adult and the minor, but also because he has no spare energy to save another person. Perhaps, this embrace is not to save, but to go to another. A bottomless abyss. He was trapped at the bottom of the abyss of despair, living numbly and indifferently like a walking corpse, but he could not pull Meredith to die together.
"Meredith, don't do that." Henry's voice was so difficult, the pain between his brows could hardly be hidden, it was about to overflow, and even the words became difficult.
"Please." Meredith's sobbing voice came from her chest, pleading bitterly.
Henry knew it was cruel, but he had to do it. He put his hands on Meredith's shoulders and pushed her away, carefully keeping the distance between the two people, but he didn't dare. Using too much force, he could only half-bend his arms stiffly, without straightening them, but not closing them, and then tried to lower their heads and look into Meredith’s eyes, but Meredith was already in chaos, just clutching it. Mouth, shaking his head in tears, trying hard to return to Henry's embrace, looking for the warmth and the dry and reassuring breath.
"I can't help you." Henry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth as hard as he could, said in a deep voice, drawing a line between the two.
Meredith raised her head and pleaded mournfully, "Please, please." But she was disappointed because she couldn't see Henry's eyes, nor the familiar tenderness, even The softness and fragility in the memory turned into a cold indifference and toughness, which made her burst out with amazing energy, directly ignoring Henry's refusal "no", and plunged into Henry's arms suddenly, as if This is her lifebuoy, and this is her last life.
"You said you like me. You said it." Meredith has completely collapsed, constantly, repeatedly, babbling, repeating the same sentence, "Please, please." She put everything down. His self-esteem and reservedness also abandoned all defenses and protections, as if falling into the dust, crying again and again. "Please, please don't leave me, don't."
The cry of blood and tears made Henry feel sad, and there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes. He quickly turned his head, took a deep breath, and concealed the fragility of that moment, but the sadness and pain between his brows But it was too thick to melt, as if being in purgatory, tortured.
He tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound. He could only push Meredith away forcefully. This was too cruel and too rough, as if his hands were already covered with blood and were strangling. Life.
"Please, I just need you to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay. Please." Meredith was already crying out of breath, and the words were looming and could only be pieced together. Out fragments.
"Everything will be fine." Henry muttered, seeming to persuade Meredith and himself, "Everything will be fine."
Meredith could feel the strength on her shoulders, resisting her approach and refusing her help. Even the words lost their warmth. She rushed forward and buried her head in his arms. Here, absorbing the last touch of warmth~www.novelhall.com~ She knows that she is extremely pitiful and extremely sad, but she has no way to think. This is her last hope for survival.
The door of the classroom was pushed open, Sarah stood by the door, looking at the two people hugging each other tightly, and looking at Meredith who was crying, the thoughts in her mind flashed, and then revealed an incredible Surprise and fear.
Meredith heard the sound, turned her head, and saw Sarah showing the sight of the trial, which made her last bit of strength disappear completely, "No, no, no," she shouted desperately, in the original. The ground went around in circles, angry at herself, Henry, and Sara, but after all she was ashamed and desperate and broke all the lines of defense and was defeated, so she fled and left the classroom quickly.
"Wait, Meredith. Wait." Henry chased after him, but Meredith didn't stop, staggering away, and Sarah, who was standing next to him, looked at Henry in disbelief. "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
But at this time, Henry didn't have time to pay attention to Sarah. He just looked at Meredith's sobbing and fragmented back, and said, "Merdith, I'm sorry." The voice fell like a disc of loose sand, and then He was stunned, his grief fell slowly on his shoulders like night, his eyes were so painful.
"What can I do?"This is the words of a helping hand, but Henry's body has stretched away, and the contradictory approach pulls a trace of pain and struggle between his eyebrows, but under the calm face, there are stormy waves, as if even falling through the window. The sunlight that came down became cold.Meredith stared at Henry in a daze, desperately grabbing her ankle and dragging her into the abyss of death bit by bit. Before giving up, she shouted out from the deepest part of her heart. "As you said, we were born in such a society with nothing, the only thing we can do is to lament the bad life..."Meredith searched Henry's eyes eagerly, trying to find the slightest resonance in those eyes, as well as the warmth he was familiar with, but Henry's eyes were so calm, as calm as ten thousand years of ice. Her emotions were wrapped up tightly, which made Meredith eagerly take a small step forward again, wanting to see more clearly and more clearly."This is not enough." Meredith felt that she was tearing into pieces, "I can't hold on." She took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but her emotions blocked her chest tightly, and she couldn't say anything. , She could only shook her head, and then shook her head again, the despair like a free fall, pulling her emotions, began to fragment.Looking at such a fragile Meredith, Henry's eyebrows flashed with forbearance, but he still tried to get close to Meredith, but after raising his left hand, he approached Meredith's arm. , But I don't know where it should be placed because Meredith is a minor and he is also a teacher. It is not allowed to touch minor students in any way.In the end, Henry's left hand was put down emptily, and he said earnestly, "Listen to me, listen." The face in front of him was so immature, and before he had time to grow and open, it had begun to wither, Henry's brow A faint cluster, considering his own words, "We are all the same, we all feel pain..." The low and magnetic voice was like a gurgling river, causing the pain in Meredith's eyes to begin to surge."We will all encounter the chaos of life, I know, life is really very confusing." Henry's voice was so light but so heavy, his words leaped and rolled between his lips and teeth, and all the bitterness, struggle and suffering in his heart were suppressed. , There was only a calm, dead ashes calm. Before realizing it, Meredith's eyes were again with tears, looking at Henry dumbly and blankly, motionless."I don't have the answer to life either." Henry cruelly pronounced that he can't even redeem himself, so how can he redeem others? After the words were finished, Henry paused for a while, those deep eyes gleaming, he tried to remain indifferent, but the dilapidated Meredith before him made him unbearable, and the struggle awakened countless in his mind. Memories: The mother who cannot be saved, the grandfather who cannot be saved, Erica who cannot be saved, and the self who cannot be saved.Maybe, he can't save Meredith, but at least, he can fulfill his duties as a teacher."But I know that if you write everything down. Everything will be fine." He is an English teacher, and words are his medium, and he hopes Meredith can be redeemed from it. But he forgot that for Meredith, photography is her medium. But at this time, he was already overwhelmed, and he didn't have time to pay attention to these details, and the muscles of his back stiffened again, and the invisible alienation was always looming, as if tormented by a campfire.He is persisting, he is working hard, he is doing his best, otherwise he will look away and look at Meredith seriously, attentively, and intently, hoping that she can feel the sincerity in her eyes and find The power to persevere. He sincerely hopes that she can be redeemed.Meredith was immersed in the moon-like eyes, and could capture the bitterness between the eyebrows, reflecting his face, as if standing in front of a clear mirror, suffering from there. In her soul, she saw her most familiar state, he was the same as her. The hot tears just slid down.Meredith did not wipe her tears either, but looked at Henry desperately and fragilely through the dim tears, "Mr. Bart, do you like me?" Her choked voice was intermittent, fragmented, and precarious.The corner of Henry's mouth formed a curve, with a little helplessness, "Of course." In the way the teacher likes the students.But this sentence completely defeated Meredith's last line of defense and strength. The whimpering voice rolled up from the depths of his throat, and tears continued to flow out. Fortunate, ashamed, joy, madness, pain, sorrow, all. Emotions are surging up. This is the first time someone said to her: like it, the first time since birth.She just let her tears flow freely, as if the three-year-old child finally found a warm harbor after losing his way for a long time, and then moved small steps and walked forward little by little, timid but anticipating, fear but fear. Yearning, finally the whole person threw himself into Henry's arms, carefully leaned his head on Henry's shoulder, tears completely broke the bank.Henry raised his hands and was at a loss. He tried to avoid him, but there was no retreat behind him. Then Meredith hugged him tightly and wept loudly. Henry was overwhelmed by the fragility that fell apart. He raised his hands high and tried to put it down and pat Meredith's back, but this action was not suitable, so he stiffened in the air again, not knowing what to do. it is good.He can't do this, not only between the teacher and the student, but also not only between the adult and the minor, but also because he has no spare energy to save another person. Perhaps, this embrace is not to save, but to go to another. A bottomless abyss. He was trapped at the bottom of the abyss of despair, living numbly and indifferently like a walking corpse, but he could not pull Meredith to die together."Meredith, don't do that." Henry's voice was so difficult, the pain between his brows could hardly be hidden, it was about to overflow, and even the words became difficult."Please." Meredith's sobbing voice came from her chest, pleading bitterly.Henry knew it was cruel, but he had to do it. He put his hands on Meredith's shoulders and pushed her away, carefully keeping the distance between the two people, but he didn't dare. Using too much force, he could only half-bend his arms stiffly, without straightening them, but not closing them, and then tried to lower their heads and look into Meredith's eyes, but Meredith was already in chaos, just clutching it. Mouth, shaking his head in tears, trying hard to return to Henry's embrace, looking for the warmth and the dry and reassuring breath."I can't help you." Henry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth as hard as he could, said in a deep voice, drawing a line between the two.Meredith raised her head and pleaded mournfully, "Please, please." But she was disappointed because she couldn't see Henry's eyes, nor the familiar tenderness, even The softness and fragility in the memory turned into a cold indifference and toughness, which made her burst out with amazing energy, directly ignoring Henry's refusal "no", and plunged into Henry's arms suddenly, as if This is her lifebuoy, and this is her last life."You said you like me. You said it." Meredith has completely collapsed, constantly, repeatedly, babbling, repeating the same sentence, "Please, please." She put everything down. His self-esteem and reservedness also abandoned all defenses and protections, as if falling into the dust, crying again and again. "Please, please don't leave me, don't."The cry of blood and tears made Henry feel sad, and there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes. He quickly turned his head, took a deep breath, and concealed the fragility of that moment, but the sadness and pain between his brows But it was too thick to melt, as if being in purgatory, tortured.He tried to speak, but couldn't make a sound. He could only push Meredith away forcefully. This was too cruel and too rough, as if his hands were already covered with blood and were strangling. Life."Please, I just need you to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay. Please." Meredith was already crying out of breath, and the words were looming and could only be pieced together. Out fragments."Everything will be fine." Henry muttered, seeming to persuade Meredith and himself, "Everything will be fine."Meredith could feel the strength on her shoulders, resisting her approach and refusing her help. Even the words lost their warmth. She rushed forward and buried her head in his arms. Here, absorbing the last touch of warmth~www.novelhall.com~ She knows that she is extremely pitiful and extremely sad, but she has no way to think. This is her last hope for survival.The door of the classroom was pushed open, Sarah stood by the door, looking at the two people hugging each other tightly, and looking at Meredith who was crying, the thoughts in her mind flashed, and then revealed an incredible Surprise and fear.Meredith heard the sound, turned her head, and saw Sarah showing the sight of the trial, which made her last bit of strength disappear completely, "No, no, no," she shouted desperately, in the original. The ground went around in circles, angry at herself, Henry, and Sara, but after all she was ashamed and desperate and broke all the lines of defense and was defeated, so she fled and left the classroom quickly."Wait, Meredith. Wait." Henry chased after him, but Meredith didn't stop, staggering away, and Sarah, who was standing next to him, looked at Henry in disbelief. "What's the matter? What's the matter?"But at this time, Henry didn't have time to pay attention to Sarah. He just looked at Meredith's sobbing and fragmented back, and said, "Merdith, I'm sorry." The voice fell like a disc of loose sand, and then He was stunned, his grief fell slowly on his shoulders like night, his eyes were so painful.
