After knowing the truth, a lot of friends came to console me. It's more out of interest in our affairs than concern for me. Out of curiosity, they came to me and said they would share my sorrow! Thus, every day I told the same story to different people. I felt like Xiang Linshao (a character from Lu Xun's works who constantly tells her tragic story). In the end, everyone reminded me: "He is gone, forget it!" Forget? They kept asking about it endlessly, how could I forget? Every time was a reminder that it really happened, forcing me to face things I didn't want to confront. Have they ever thought about how cruel they were? They enjoyed listening to others' sorrows as if they were stories! I've already calmed down, so besides being annoyed by their questions, I'm not sad anymore. My sadness has passed, and I feel like a completely different person! I need to live well, don't I? I have my parents, and I have my future. Even if I miss him deeply, he won't come back! Moreover, remembrance is something personal, not a show of despair for others to see! Friends, please stop hurting me!
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