Sometimes I still think that anyone haven't woken me up from this seven-day long nightmare. A supposed-to-be long, but feels so short nightmare.
Someone I super loved crossed the river without notice, it all happened all so sudden.
Trust me I had spent days of moral conflict inside my head whether I should blog about this or not. But I decided to post parts of it.
I encrypted it though.
The password is Lychee8998
I think it is not wise for me to pity things that have happened. I should pity myself, and everyone around me who is still walking in this world instead. Because, Professor Dumbledore said:
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.
Lots of love ♥