1222 1222 Empty Heart
Carrying the smoky coffee, Charlize walked to the hall, sat down in the corner of the sofa, nestled in the corner, and couldn't help but start to be in a daze.
Usually at this time, Hugo would definitely get up, make coffee, flip through the newspapers and magazines that just arrived today, and discuss some strange topics with Alex... Maybe Joseph and Carl will also walk away sleepily. Come down and grope directly towards the coffee in the kitchen... When he appears, Hugo will definitely urge him to use the bathroom quickly, don't procrastinate... Occasionally, I will see Hugo nervously starting to Exercising in front of the window or hoisting your voice must end with Ernst's fierce cursing... or the sound of Alex screaming at the bathroom door and Samora in the kitchen asking loudly for the breakfast menu...
Usually the house is so lively, but today it is so quiet, as if there is no sound at all, which makes Charlize feel empty everywhere.
She should have been ready a long time ago, wasn't she? Moving was mentioned countless times before Hugo, didn't it? A dozen days ago, Hugo also officially said that he was moving out, and Samora was looking at the house, didn't she?
All of this has a long brewing process, but why does she still feel that everything is coming too fast, as if the thunder can't cover her ears, and before she realizes it, the home is already empty.
Sitting on the sofa, there is an indescribable loneliness in the quiet surroundings, just like the moonlight slowly fainting in the air at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, mixed with the thick night, covering all the scenery. Fog, the whole world seems to have only its own moment. This made Charlize very uncomfortable.
She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, but today's coffee was extraordinarily bitter, which made Charlize frown lightly, but she didn't plan to stand up to add honey and milk, she just sat there blankly, tasting it carefully. Hugo once said that the bitterness precipitated in the mouth of black coffee will dance with the faint fragrance of coffee beans on the tip of the tongue, and then leave a trace of sweetness and mellowness, which will slowly spread out.
But Charlize didn't taste anything. "This liar." Charlize pouted and complained in a low voice. She adjusted her sitting position, but suddenly found something creaky under her butt. , she stretched out her hand and took it out, groping for a while, and actually found a red wine label.
Charlize took a closer look. This is the cheap red wine bought in the supermarket for five yuan and eighty one. The bottle they drank last night, how come only the packaging label is left, and the red wine bottle is gone. Charlize looked down and looked around, but couldn't find the red wine bottle. He didn't know if it was thrown under the sofa, or if they were sorted and taken away together as garbage.
Charlize gave up and leaned back on the back of the sofa, smoothing out the folds of the label with the fingertips of his right hand. Word, which made Charlize's brows wrinkle again.
This is Hugo's handwriting, and Charlize is no stranger to it.
Charlize originally thought it was just an essay by Hugo, but after a closer look, he realized that it was actually a lyric, a lyric that Charlize had never heard before. Charlize fell silent, and the fragmented memories in his mind sketched the scene of last night.
She was there with a red wine bottle and screamed and sang a song, Hugo sat on the floor leaning on the coffee table, laughing hard. Later, she was tired of singing and said that she needed a rest. She leaned on the sofa, kicked Hugo's arm, and asked Hugo to sing a song, but Hugo was unwilling. Lying on the sofa depressingly rambled on and on. After Hugo laughed, she sat on the spot and seemed to scribble something there, but she was a little confused at the time, and she didn't care too much. When she reacted, the label had been thrown somewhere. Hugo suggested that it should be replaced with a vinyl record, and proceeded to sort it out. She also forgot about it.
The picture in his head was fragmented and hazy. Charlize couldn't remember the details at that time. He only remembered his loss of control and Hugo's unbridled smile, that's all. She also doesn't know if this was written by Hugo last night, maybe it was written a long time ago, or maybe it was just a casual creation of Hugo that was forgotten here. She couldn't be sure.
Looking down at the label in his hand, Charlize's chaotic brain was so quiet.
"Can you say something (Say. Something), I'm about to give up on you. If you want, I'll be that person; I'll follow you wherever you go.
Can I say something, I'm about to give up on you. I just felt so small, and it lingered in my head for a long time; I was overwhelmed, frantic, and lost in the sky. Love, I'm still learning, just struggling.
Can I say something, I'm about to give up on you. I'm sorry I can't give you everything you want, I'll follow wherever I go; can I say something, I'm about to give up on you. I will let go of all my pride and dignity, you are the one I love; but I will say goodbye.
Can I say something, I'm about to give up on you. Say something. "
Just such a simple and clean lyric, no complicated decoration, no deep meaning, no complicated sentences, just so simple and clear to the extreme, but it seems like a poem that goes straight to the heart, in an instant. It broke all of Charlize's hearts and directly hit the softest part of her heart, leaving her in a daze.
"Say something (Say. Something)" is just such a sentence, but it can have countless understandings. Say something, or I'll leave, as long as you say something, I'll drop all my dignity and pride and stay, no matter what; say something, or it'll be the past, all love , Family and friendship will come to nothing. As long as you say something, I am willing to give each other another chance and make a gamble; say something quickly, otherwise the world will be separated forever, and the hourglass of life seems to come to an end. If you say something, I will not give up to save you, even if the doctors give up, even if the sword is in flames, I will persevere...
Maybe, maybe I understand it this way... If I can say something, I won't turn around and leave, I'll stay and tell you the truth, all the entanglements buried deep in my heart, all the troubles, all the hesitations are poured out Come out, even if everything is destroyed after you say it, you will not hesitate. As long as you say something.
Charlize just looked at the simple packaging label in her hand. The flowing fonts outlined Hugo's handsome face little by little, but she felt as if she couldn't breathe, and her heart was hit so hard. All the ups and downs surged in an instant, and before she realized it, tears fell from her eyes and fell into the black coffee, creating a circle of ripples.
There was an empty space in her heart, as if she was slowly falling from a high altitude. The parachute bag on her back opened, allowing her to land slowly, but there was an endless abyss under her feet. No matter how much she fell, she couldn't land. The feeling of emptiness that didn't touch the ground made her panic. Even if she stretched out her hand and struggled, even if she tried her best, she couldn't find a way to borrow it. She could only float like a feather with the breeze, that kind of uncertainty and instability. Let her heart fall into endless fear.
The bitter taste on the tip of the tongue began to roll violently, and she finally tasted the sweetness and mellow aroma at the end of the coffee. The light sweetness mixed with the rich coffee aroma slowly spread out and danced on the tip of her tongue. This brought a smile to the corner of her mouth, and Hugo didn't lie to her. However, the tears in his eyes overflowed again.
It's just her cranky, right? There's no way for her to be sure if this was Hugo's creation last night, right? There's no way for her to be sure if it's actually a lyric, right? She also has no way of determining who wrote the song, right? She couldn't even confirm that the writing on the label was written by Hugo, right? This lyric looks like a last call to salvage love, nothing to do with friendship, right? Love has grown estranged by long silences, something has to be said to save it, right? That kind of unforgettable nostalgia and deep-seated sadness can only be love, right?
And she and Hugo are just friends, right?
Yes, this is all true. This is just a wrong signal from her brain, because she doesn't like parting, and she doesn't like parting in any form; because she and Hugo are good friends, good friends who have lived together for three years, and she is simply reluctant to leave her friend; because The habitual life pattern was broken and broken, she just started to get used to it...
It must be so.
Charlize lowered her eyes, she was already missing her friend.
Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Charlize just looked at the packaging label in his hand for a long time, for a long time... Finally, he folded the label neatly, held it in the palm of his hand, and warmed it little by little with the temperature of his palm. . Holding the coffee, Charlize walked to the door of Hugo's room in a daze.
The door of Hugo's room was not closed, and it was empty inside. Although the bed, wardrobe and desk were still left, there was nothing on it and nothing was left. Even the rubbish had been cleaned up, as if it was welcoming the next tenant. But this neatness made Charlize uneasy. She doesn't like it.
She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. At this point, the coffee had cooled down, and the bitterness of the black coffee rushed like a sea beast, making Charlize's brows tightly tangled together, but she resisted the urge to spit it out and swallowed it. He went down, and then carefully felt the bitterness like soot on the tip of his tongue, showing a contemptuous expression, and shouted to the room, "Liar!"
The voice echoed in the room, but there was no response. Closing his eyes, Hugo's response seemed to ring in his ears, "Haha, you idiot, of course you can't drink cold coffee."
She just misses friends, misses friends... just that, right?