From a050d309974d679aa5e8f62250a769869f948421 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Amika Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2024 10:55:00 +0800 Subject: [PATCH] Update page.en.md --- people/mikaela_khara/page.en.md | 78 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 77 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/people/mikaela_khara/page.en.md b/people/mikaela_khara/page.en.md index 954020e5..f2431f4f 100644 --- a/people/mikaela_khara/page.en.md +++ b/people/mikaela_khara/page.en.md @@ -130,7 +130,83 @@ Before leaving the station, I briefly called Mika, trying to calm her down. Those were Mika’s last words, and at that moment, I felt utterly powerless. -> (To be continued...) + +
+To be continued... + +I received confirmed news of Mika’s departure on October 24th. + +Because of a previous competition I qualified for, I went to Sanchakou(three-river-junction) that day. + +Since parking wasn’t allowed inside the Children's Palace, +we changed clothes in the parking lot beneath the Tianjin Eye. + +And just as we got out of the car, the message came through: + +“They couldn’t bring her back.” + +“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~” + +“Thank you, 𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷~ I’ve been thinking about riding it for a while. When the time comes, will you join me?” + +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. + +Later, I asked a friend about their impression of Mika: + +> I think Mika was just a poor child, probably insecure and desperately wanting someone to rely on. +> +> Her experiences were so similar to mine. +> +> Her body was covered in scars from the beatings she endured at home. When I saw them, I wanted to cry. +> +> I think... she probably died full of grievances. It didn’t seem like relief at all. +> +> 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. +> +> I could have gone... +> +> I had promised to visit her in December, to spend Christmas with her, to make dumplings and eat boiled shrimp together. +> +> There were times when it felt like she was begging me to come. + +From Sanchakou, +if you follow the Ziya River and the North Canal upstream, +the currents will carry you northward, +all the way to the heart of Beijing. + +And now, here I am, +standing at Sanchakou, +where past memories and thoughts all seem to converge. + +Her sudden departure brought everything to an abrupt halt, +as if all the stories left unfinished were frozen in that moment. + +All those promises...making dumplings, celebrating Christmas...have now become dreams with nowhere to rest. + +I don’t think Mika truly wanted to leave this world. +She was just so desperate for someone to hear her inner cries, +for someone to hold her and offer her a place to belong. +She lived too clearly in a world too complicated, and she carried that clarity alone, +hidden beneath layers of pain that eventually overwhelmed her like a flood. + +“If I had realized sooner and been firmer, would things have turned out differently?” + +This question haunts me like a recurring nightmare. +But time moves on without compassion, +moving forward without pause, leaving us only with regret and endless longing. + +Standing at Sanchakou, the cold wind brushes against my face. +Before me, the rivers flow endlessly—they merge, split, and flow forward, never looking back, much like life itself. + +Mika once said, +“I hope that one day we can sit on the Tianjin Eye and admire the view together.” + +I know now that she may never get to see that view. +But her story, her love, and her misunderstood persistence will forever remain in the hearts of those who remember her. + +Love has never really disappears...it’s just that we can no longer speak it to her in person. + +
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