One evening, a boy and a girl met online and had a great conversation. The girl told the boy that she had her own photo, showing that the girl was very beautiful. After seeing it, the boy developed feelings for the girl and asked her to be his girlfriend. As their relationship deepened, when the girl first talked with the boy, she felt something indescribable, not knowing whether it was love or friendship. Under the boy's countless requests, she finally agreed to be in a relationship with him, giving him her phone number.
The next day, the girl's phone rang; it was the boy calling. Hearing the boy's voice for the first time, the girl was somewhat excited as his voice was very gentle. Somehow, the girl fell in love with the boy's voice, hoping this voice could accompany her during happy times and comfort her during sad times. On the other end, the boy said he only loved the girl, and on this end, the girl quietly listened to the voice she had been searching for so long. They talked on the phone all morning until her mother called her for lunch, reluctantly hanging up. That day, the girl was extremely happy, her mouth constantly smiling. She would occasionally stretch out her arms like an angel flying around, or jump from one room to another. It seemed that the boy's appearance made her world suddenly bright and clear again.
From that day on, the boy would call the girl every day. He would call her in the morning to wake her up, check on her at noon, and talk sweet nothings in the evening. Every time they hung up, even though the girl would say "you hang up first" a hundred times, the boy would still let the girl hang up first. Because of the boy, the girl became the happiest mistress in the world, each day feeling like celebrating her birthday, each day as brilliant and colorful as fireworks. Indeed, before meeting the boy, she was quiet and indifferent to those who were infatuated with her, but now she had become someone who cried, caused trouble, and acted coquettishly. Her friends asked what was wrong with her, why she was so happy. The girl blinked her big eyes and whispered into her friend's ear about her and the boy, happily shouting to the sky: "My intuition tells me, I will be very happy when I grow up."
On a Sunday, the girl and her friend went to the internet cafe. Coincidentally, the boy was also online. The boy said he wanted to see the girl, but since this internet cafe didn't have video capabilities, they had to go to the county's internet cafe, which wasn't far away. Afraid that the boy wouldn't wait, without telling him, the girl rushed out of the internet cafe toward the county. Her yellow hair and black skirt flapped behind her in the wind. Running too fast, she couldn't avoid an oncoming motorcycle and ended up colliding with it. The girl immediately lay in a pool of blood. Her friend quickly took her to the nearest hospital. The doctor said if it had been any later, the girl's left leg would have been amputated. The girl's friend informed the boy, who was very anxious, calling the girl every day. Even though no one answered, the boy persisted in calling her every day. A few days later, the girl woke up, seeing five hundred missed calls from the boy on her phone, tears of happiness streaming down her face.
The boy anxiously asked how the girl's leg was? The girl just said it was fine, just a scratch, but in reality, her leg hurt terribly. She just didn't want the boy to worry. Although her leg was saved this time, the scar would forever remain on her leg, just as the boy would forever remain in her heart.
The boy continued to call the girl three times a day as usual, as if this had become a part of their lives. The boy always complained on the phone that he couldn't see the girl in person, while the girl just listened quietly. Though she didn't say much, she deeply blamed herself inside. The girl really wanted the boy to see her true self, after all, this was an online romance.
Finally one day, unable to resist, the girl went alone to the boy's school. Usually unable to distinguish between east and west, how could she possibly find the boy on her own? As night fell, fear slowly crept over the girl. Too frightened, she fainted. Local people found her and sent her to the nearest hospital. Since the girl had sneaked out of school and forgotten to remove her ID badge, the hospital contacted the school based on the information on the badge, and the school contacted her home.
When the family arrived, the girl was still unconscious. When she left, she was only wearing a thin coat, so she later developed a fever, leading to respiratory infection. For several days, the girl remained unconscious. Strangely, the girl continuously held her phone tightly and refused to let go. Every night, she would open her eyes slightly, look around, then glance at her phone, and quietly close her eyes again. This continued for several days until the sleeping beauty finally woke up, gradually recovering her health.
The boy lovingly said: "Baby, listen to me, stay where you are, someone will come for you..." The girl felt useless and, hearing the boy's words, felt both wronged and guilty: "Hate, baby, baby listens..."
From then on, the boy often called the girl silly and cute, calling her "dai dai." At first, the girl resisted, but eventually gave in. Now, if she didn't hear the boy call her "dai dai" for a day, she would feel uncomfortable. The girl realized she couldn't live without the boy anymore. Because of the fear of losing him, she carefully maintained their love every day, speaking cautiously, afraid of losing the boy.
The boy and girl's daily calls continued as usual. Occasionally, the boy would say something funny that made the girl laugh uncontrollably. Sometimes the girl would act a little spoiled, making the boy coax her. In the evenings, she would always make a fuss, asking the boy to tell her stories:
"Once upon a time, there was a master who raised a pig. This master loved his pig very much, and every night, the pig would pester its master: Master, master, tell me a story to listen to... hahaha~"
The girl realized the boy was calling her a pig, so she pouted and said: "I'm a sow, so you're a boar." The sentence the girl most liked to say was: "I'm your coat, love won't catch a cold," and the boy would often reply: "I'm the medicine, even if you catch a cold, you'll get better."
Although the girl didn't trust things on the internet, let alone online dating, she always believed that the boy was her prince charming. Before they knew it, two months had passed since they met. The girl's birthday was approaching, and she happily told the boy that October 6th was her birthday. She wanted to receive a birthday gift from the boy, and anything he gave her would be the most special thing in the world.
Thus, living a monotonous life, October 6th, the girl's birthday, arrived. The boy had promised to sing "Birthday Gift" to the girl on her birthday. Counting the days, the girl finally looked forward to her birthday. That day, many people wished the girl a happy birthday and gave her gifts. The celebration hall was full of guests, but the girl didn't seem satisfied at all. She held her phone in her hand, pouting and sitting on the sofa waiting for the boy's call. Stubbornly, she said that if the boy didn't call, she wouldn't blow out the candles. Her friends called her several times, and unwillingly, she went outside, hands clasped behind her back, loudly saying: "I hope my husband is always happy, and never leaves me." (Stupid, wishes shouldn't be spoken aloud.) Then she blew out all the candles at once, then remembering something, shouted: "Oh no, what should I do? I haven't finished wishing yet, I haven't wished for my husband's family to be happy every day. Come on, lighter, light the candles again, I'll blow them out one more time." Her humorous behavior made even herself laugh.
The girl waited all day, but the boy didn't call. By evening, the girl lay in bed, tightly holding her phone. Every few minutes, there was a call, all wishing her a happy birthday. Each time, after just a few sentences, she hurriedly hung up because she was afraid the boy would call and her phone would be busy. She wanted to hear the boy sing "Birthday Gift" to her. That night, the girl clutched her phone, lying on the bed. The night was terrifying, already past one o'clock, the girl was somewhat disappointed. Sobbing, she fell asleep. The next morning, a large patch of her pillow was wet. The girl was very angry, vowing not to speak to the boy for twenty days, but when the boy explained, she forgot all her vows.
The boy always reminisced about his old stories with his ex-girlfriend in front of the girl and compared her to his ex. Although the girl didn't say much, her heart felt like it was being pricked by a hundred needles, causing her to inexplicably lose her temper and cry for no reason.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, they had known each other for three months. However, the boy gradually changed. He no longer cared for the girl, only offering comfort when the girl couldn't help shedding tears. The girl noticed that the boy started to distance himself from her, but she wasn't afraid because they had made a promise not to break up. She trusted the boy, believing this boy who called her "dai dai" every day.
Every night, the boy would call, so after school, the girl would hide in her large bedroom, cradling her phone, reminiscing about the good times with the boy while waiting for his call. The clock ticked round and round, and the night grew deeper. The girl tightly held her phone because the boy had said that he couldn't sleep without calling her at night. Tired, but still maintaining her weary body standing by the bed, she looked out the window. Unable to resist any longer, she bit her arm hard. She was afraid, afraid that if she fell asleep and the boy called, she wouldn't answer, causing him to worry. She didn't want the boy to hear "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily busy, please try again later." She didn't want to disappoint the boy. She didn't want...
In the girl's anticipation and longing, the sun came out, and the day brightened. Looking at the rows of bite marks on her arms, the girl tearfully accepted her fate. That day, she locked herself in her room. The boy always apologized the second he made a mistake, and the girl believed that the boy would definitely call her to explain last night's events. Focused, she stared at her phone, waiting... waiting... Until midnight, the phone still showed no activity. The girl panicked, picking up her phone and dialing the boy's dormitory number. The boy's roommate answered, and the girl clearly heard the boy laughing joyfully. The girl tearfully asked, unsure if she was asking herself or the boy's roommate: "If you're doing something, why don't you call me?" The boy's roommate secretly told the girl: "In fact, the boy has a girlfriend, just not together. The boy feels lonely and wants to chat with someone of the opposite sex, and you are the person the boy chose to chat with." The girl's hands trembled as she hung up the phone. She didn't believe it, thinking she was dreaming. She slapped herself, feeling the pain—she wasn't dreaming. Still, she couldn't believe that the boy had been playing with her, but the boy had indeed changed, becoming distant.
Silent for a long time, the girl's whole body was shaking. She left home, walking alone on the street. Today's streets were strange, bustling with only one or two people. The girl liked it this way because even if she cried, no one would see her. She walked slowly, actually staggering forward. Watching her bulky figure sway in the wind, her desolate face devoid of expression, she tried to divert her thoughts but couldn't accept that the boy had only said he loved her because he was lonely. Because the girl loved the boy so much, so very much... The past memories replayed in her mind like a movie, and she couldn't help but shed tears again that night.
The next day, the boy called the girl as usual. The girl's voice was melancholy, and the boy asked her what was wrong. The boy didn't know that the girl had called his dormitory yesterday. The girl didn't tell the boy because she was afraid that if she did, he would break up with her. She didn't want to give up, didn't want to lose the boy. She wanted to keep the boy with her love. Because of the fear of losing him, the girl changed. Because of the boy, the girl changed, becoming easily moody, crying frequently. But the boy would never know that after the girl vented her anger, she would silently weep. The boy would never know that the girl would never truly be angry with him. The boy also changed. Because of time, he got tired of the girl.
Nowadays, the boy only calls the girl every few days. When he does call, he's always busy, leaving the girl ignored on the side. The girl remains silent because she still views the boy as her life, willing to die for him. Nowadays, no matter what the girl says, the boy always lets her hang up first. But now, before the girl can even say "goodbye," the phone on the other end has already started buzzing... Sitting there, the girl lost sensation in her hand as the phone dropped to the ground. The girl couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She collapsed on the ground, screaming "I love you" with all her might. Could the boy far away hear her?
The girl still waited for the boy's call as usual because she had already gotten used to the life of waiting for his calls every day. She feared this.
Every night, the girl tightly held her phone. She waited, still believing that the boy loved her. But each hopeful wait ended in disappointment. Staying awake for several nights, she couldn't forget the boy's words: "If I don't call you at night, I can't sleep." Initially relaxed, the girl stayed awake every night. The next morning, her eyes were swollen from sleeping upright in class. Watching her so tired, even the teacher didn't have the heart to wake her up. How could this continue? Before they knew it, the second monthly exam arrived, and the girl fell asleep during the test, filling everything with black ink. Ever since meeting the boy, the girl's grades fell from first in the grade to sixtieth, then to one hundred and thirtieth, and now again filled with black ink. The school ruled that anyone failing would be demoted to the eighth grade. The girl was thus demoted to the eighth grade. With her potential, she could have entered the local key high school. Teachers and classmates felt sorry for the girl, and her parents scolded her many times.
After being demoted to the eighth grade, the girl became quiet and reserved. She liked to find a secluded place to cry or quietly stand by her seat staring out the window in a daze. It had been a long time since anyone had heard the girl's voice. Fearfully, the girl dialed the boy's number. The boy's voice was strangely unfamiliar, arguing before even letting the girl explain. Before the girl could finish, the phone on the other end started buzzing... The girl cried; this time the boy really broke her heart.
From then on, the girl changed. From being beloved by everyone, she became feared by all. A group of hoodlums often followed her. If anyone looked at the girl, she would rush forward and beat them. Every day, she mixed with her unruly friends, drinking alcohol repeatedly. Getting herself drunk, she would then find someone to fight with, not stopping until blood was drawn. The girl's beautiful appearance made people dare not look directly at her, and the chill she emitted also made people dare not look directly at her. Several times, the girl even broke someone's spine, nose, and legs, with two knife wounds on her chest. The school publicly criticized the girl at assemblies, making her a model for the school. Everyone who saw the girl would run far away. But who knew that the girl's heart was actually kind? Who knew that every night the girl cried and regretted hitting those people?
The girl cried every day, washing her face with tears and replacing meals with alcohol. How could her stomach withstand such strong alcohol? Since then, the girl's life became a cycle of crying, drinking, stomach pain, hospitalization, discharge, crying, drinking, stomach pain, hospitalization, discharge, crying... The boy never called the girl, perhaps he was now fooling around with his girlfriend. He never thought that far away, a girl who loved him was slowly destroying herself. Perhaps one call from the girl could save her, but the girl's phone never rang.
The weather seemed to be affected by the girl, gradually turning dark. It started raining heavily, with all around quiet except for the sound of rain and the girl's sobs. For a long time, the girl rushed out of the house, sitting in the rain and screaming uncontrollably: "Why? Why? Why is it like this? I don't want it, Mother, please don't leave me..." But in the distant darkness, there was no reply from the boy, only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
The next day, the girl had a fever, a severe one, coughing non-stop. No matter how her friends persuaded her, she refused to take medicine, saying she would only do so if she could hear the boy's voice.
One evening, the girl met the boy's friend online. The boy's friend told the girl that the boy was getting along well with his girlfriend, and the boy only viewed the girl as a plaything. The girl remained silent for a long time. She asked the boy's friend for the number of the boy's girlfriend, not intending to cause trouble, just wanting to tell the boy's girlfriend to take good care of the boy, giving her share of love to him too. After answering many times, the boy's friend finally had to say, the girl gave up, quietly taking a knife from the kitchen, cutting her wrists. Watching the fresh blood flow from the wound, the girl cried. Her final wish was to hear the boy's voice one more time, to hear him call her "dai dai" one more time. Thus, she dialed the boy's number, but every time it was busy. The girl lost hope, shedding a tear before closing her eyes heavily. The night remained quiet, the wind gently blowing as people slept deeply. The moon and stars twinkled in the sky as usual. Who would have thought that in a not-so-small room's corner lay a girl, a girl who killed herself for love, her red pajamas stained with blood, a tear hanging from her eyelashes. That night was unusually calm, hearing nothing but the repeated playing of the song "You're Tough," the boy's favorite song, from the girl's phone...
Because of timely rescue, the girl's life was saved, but due to excessive blood loss, despite the hospital's best efforts, she was transferred to Baoji Second People's Hospital...
This incident is true, happening to my close friend. Forgive me for not revealing their real names. Thank you for patiently reading to the end. I hope after reading, all boys remember: if you don't love, don't easily say "I love you." Every girl is an angel, and when she loves a boy, she sheds her wings. Don't hurt them, because when they are hurt as children, they will hurt others when they grow up. So don't easily hurt anyone, because you may change someone's entire life. All girls must remember: those who say "I love you" may not necessarily love you, those who spend money on you may not necessarily love you. Only the one who anxiously helps you upstairs when you twist your ankle, tenderly massages you, is the one who loves you. Whoever is willing to bend down and untie your shoelaces, no matter the time or place, is the one who loves you the most. Please prevent such tragedies from happening~
For those who know, please pass it on subtly; for those who don't, please observe a moment of silence. Those with kindness, please spread this message; those without, leave your footprints. Wishing the girl a swift recovery. Thank you!