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“余光。”她的声音轻柔得像一片花瓣落在心上，她微微眯起眼睛，看着眼前那个熟悉却陌生的男人。他的眼神依旧坚毅如初，仿佛能穿透心灵的 veil。

她用余光舔舐着花蕊上的余温，那种触感既柔软又(accent=”true”)带着一丝凉意，让她不由得屏住呼吸。记忆中的片段涌入脑海，那些与他相遇时的瞬间，像是刻在时光深处最深处的印记。

手指轻轻拂过他的脸庞，她能感受到他的温度，在她指尖留下了淡淡的触感。那种温暖却并不腻味，反而像是一股细腻的Stream流经心间，让她无法移开视线。

“你的眼睛总是那么有故事。”她轻声自语，声音仿佛带着一种魔力，将他从沉醉中拉了回来。“我想听你说说你年轻时的故事。”

他的眼神微微一颤，嘴角勾起一抹若有似无的笑意。那种表情让她的血液不寒而栗，仿佛有一股看不见的力量从心底涌出，直冲向她的神经末梢。

“别。”他低唤一声，声音中带着几分压抑的情绪，“我不能告诉你。”

她轻信地后退了一步， fear her heart from leaping into the void。但是她的指尖不自觉地颤抖起来，仿佛要将那些即将在记忆中重叠的影像牢牢抓住。

“等等。”她张开口，却见他突然收声，目光如炬，直视着前方。“我还有重要的事情要做。”

她的呼吸一滞，看着他的背影愈发模糊。记忆中的画面涌入脑海，那些曾经与他相遇时的情景在脑海中不断回放，仿佛一场 never-ending的 never-mind。

她站在原地，直到她 finally can’t take it anymore. Finally, she turns and walks away. But the moment she steps out of sight, she knows what will happen next.

The heart-pounding excitement of knowing the future always seemed so much closer than it actually was. She just needs to focus on now.

But for her, now has never been enough.

She looks back at the street where he left his bike standing outside the shop with a deep sigh. It was one of those bikes she had wanted long before, but never knew what it meant to have.

Now that she knows, she can’t imagine life without it.

But then again, maybe it’s time for her to move on.

The future is always full of uncertainties, and sometimes, the best things are just waiting for you to take them.