在一个寒冷的冬夜，她独自走在 city 的小路上， hearts races as she hears the sound of her own heartbeat. The air is thick with the scent of pine and smoke, and her mind races through a thousand impossible scenarios. She can feel the cold seeping into her bones, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
She looks around, trying to find any sign of light, any hope that this nightmare will end. But the streets are empty. The only sound is the faint hum of distant traffic, and the occasional creak of a door being locked. She shivers, not from the cold, but from the knowledge that she’s alone in this world.
Then, she hears it—a low, rumbling voice. Something tells her to look up, even though she knows there’s nothing there. The sound comes from a man standing on the corner, his face hidden behind a scarf that seems to be caught in the wind and shaking like wildfire. Her pulse quickens as she realizes who it is.
“Hey,” he says, his voice laced with something rough and urgent. She looks up just in time to see him tilt his head slightly, his eyes wide and filled with something she can’t quite place. The scarf falls off his neck, revealing a messy mop of dark hair that cascades down his back. He’s wearing a faded coat that looks like it hasn’t been washed in years.
“Whoa,” she mutters under her breath, not sure why she said it. But then she realizes what she just did and stumbles forward, trying to cover her mouth. The man doesn’t seem to notice her stumble, though. He takes a step closer, his movements smooth and deliberate, and she feels the heat of his gaze sweep over her.
Her heart is racing so hard that she can feel it in her veins. She wants to run, to hide away from everything and everyone, but there’s something about him that makes her stop herself. It’s like there’s a fire burning inside her, one that won’t let her turn her back on him no matter how long she stays in his company.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, as if trying to hide the fact that he knows what’s going on. She looks down at her feet, her eyes meeting the floor before they meet his. There’s something in his expression—something in the way he holds himself—that makes her feel like she can’t look away.
“I’m looking for my parents,” she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The man freezes for a second, his eyes widening in surprise before falling back to his task of watching her. She feels the weight of his gaze settle over her, pressing against her chest like a second skin. There’s no time to think or argue—she just turns and walks away, leaving him standing there, frozen.
But then she stops. Her heart is racing so hard that it’s hard to breathe, but she can’t look back at him. Not yet anyway. He’d seen too much already, and he doesn’t need another story to keep him company tonight.
As she continues walking, the street grows darker around her, the only light coming from flickering streetlights. The sound of her own heartbeat echoes in her ears, but it’s not enough to calm her racing thoughts. She knows this is all a part of the chaos—this night, this moment—just one more step toward whatever shadow she’s running from.
But deep down inside, she can’t shake the feeling that tonight might just be the beginning of something bigger than either of them could have imagined.
情感
记忆
孤独
本文围绕关键词“小心火烛”和“似此星辰非昨夜”，通过主角内心深处的回忆与情感波动，展现了她面对内心的不安和对未知未来的恐惧。
