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Those were Mika’s last words, and at that moment, I felt utterly powerless.
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> (To be continued...)
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<details>
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<summary>To be continued...</summary>
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I received confirmed news of Mika’s departure on October 24th.
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Because of a previous competition I qualified for, I went to Sanchakou(three-river-junction) that day.
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Since parking wasn’t allowed inside the Children's Palace,
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we changed clothes in the parking lot beneath the Tianjin Eye.
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And just as we got out of the car, the message came through:
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“They couldn’t bring her back.”
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“This is Yongle Bridge, with the Tianjin Eye perched on top. It’s a perfect spot for a date. If you ever have the chance to visit, I’ll treat you to a ride~”
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“Thank you, 𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷~ I’ve been thinking about riding it for a while. When the time comes, will you join me?”
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As I stood before the Tianjin Eye, these memories came flooding back, freezing everything in place. I forced myself to suppress the sorrow, and although I didn’t perform well, I still completed the final performance of the competition.
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Later, I asked a friend about their impression of Mika:
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> I think Mika was just a poor child, probably insecure and desperately wanting someone to rely on.
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>
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> Her experiences were so similar to mine.
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>
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> Her body was covered in scars from the beatings she endured at home. When I saw them, I wanted to cry.
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>
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> I think... she probably died full of grievances. It didn’t seem like relief at all.
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>
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> From what I could tell, before she died, she still wanted to feel love. If someone could have gone to her in person and hugged her, it might have made a difference.
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>
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> I could have gone...
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>
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> I had promised to visit her in December, to spend Christmas with her, to make dumplings and eat boiled shrimp together.
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>
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> There were times when it felt like she was begging me to come.
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From Sanchakou,
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if you follow the Ziya River and the North Canal upstream,
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the currents will carry you northward,
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all the way to the heart of Beijing.
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And now, here I am,
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standing at Sanchakou,
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where past memories and thoughts all seem to converge.
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Her sudden departure brought everything to an abrupt halt,
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as if all the stories left unfinished were frozen in that moment.
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All those promises...making dumplings, celebrating Christmas...have now become dreams with nowhere to rest.
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I don’t think Mika truly wanted to leave this world.
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She was just so desperate for someone to hear her inner cries,
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for someone to hold her and offer her a place to belong.
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She lived too clearly in a world too complicated, and she carried that clarity alone,
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hidden beneath layers of pain that eventually overwhelmed her like a flood.
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“If I had realized sooner and been firmer, would things have turned out differently?”
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This question haunts me like a recurring nightmare.
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But time moves on without compassion,
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moving forward without pause, leaving us only with regret and endless longing.
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Standing at Sanchakou, the cold wind brushes against my face.
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Before me, the rivers flow endlessly—they merge, split, and flow forward, never looking back, much like life itself.
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Mika once said,
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“I hope that one day we can sit on the Tianjin Eye and admire the view together.”
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I know now that she may never get to see that view.
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But her story, her love, and her misunderstood persistence will forever remain in the hearts of those who remember her.
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Love has never really disappears...it’s just that we can no longer speak it to her in person.
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</details>
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## Epilogue
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