2、日本 《我曾只因 ...
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《You were the only one I lived for》
A short story written by: Jo Yang
“Remember to eat dinner, it’s in the fridge.” She yelled out to the boy as she walked out of the house.
She tightened the faux fur coat around her thin body, she had just stepped out of a public bathroom, the thick make up piled on her face made her indistinguishable in the dim light that lit up the street.
“click, click” her high heels clicked against the hard concrete as she walked pass the rows of windows displaying the latest trends of fashion. She suddenly paused, looking at her own reflection in the mirror.
A woman who had sorrowful eyes and sunken cheeks, breasts harshly squeezed together to make them appeal fuller, tight dress hugging her protruding rib bones and disgusting fishnet stockings. The most outstanding item on her would be her shiny red high heels.
“Hmmm,you smell nice.” A scruffy man in his forties grabbed her from behind, it didn’t matter if they were on a crowded street, his hands ran between her legs and enveloped her in his dirty breath.
She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them she was a different person. Her laugh trilled behind them as she and the man exchanged words and walked into a shady motel. That night she went on to do her job, to please the man, in exchange for a puny amount of money.
She was a whore.
A skank.
A bitch.
But she didn’t care, it didn’t matter what other people labeled her as, she couldn’t have cared less about herself, the only one she cared for was…
“I’m home!” she shouted as she walked through the door way and a boy came running down the stairs, out of breath, welcoming her.
All the disguises gone, her appearance looked sick but she was happy. She smiled and patted the boy on his back, “just because the doctor said you are almost fully recovered doesn’t mean you can recklessly run okay How was school”
The boy smiled brightly, his eyes reflected her and she thought what she saw in those eyes were so innocent, pure and clean that it put her to shame. She avoided his eyes and the conversation carried on.
They were brother and sister, living under one roof, except they were not blood related. She found him abandoned on the street as a sickly child and brought him home. He was only a kid then, but now has grown to become a handsome teenager.
But as he grows day after day, her beauty and youth also withers. Covering a cough that escaped from her mouth she worries. She is worried that there is not enough time left.
She left without a word; all she left me was this empty house and a sum of money. She thought I didn’t know, but actually I knew, I knew everything. I only pretended not to because she didn’t want me to. I would do everything she told me to do.
Hehe, it’s so ironic.
The boy, now a fully-grown man put his arms around a woman, who was a stranger to him only hours ago. She had lipstick stuck on her front teeth and her laugh was annoying, but he didn’t care. He seduced her and the next morning he counted up the money.
You were the only one I lived for.
《我曾只因你而活》
一个原创的小故事，作者：九月飘雪点
“记得晚上按时吃饭，在冰箱里。“ 她出门时在门口叫道。
干瘦的女人裹紧身上的大衣，她刚从公用厕所出来，脸上的妆容厚重，在大街路灯下的弱光下让人看不真切。
“咔嗒，咔嗒。”时她的高跟鞋踏在硬硬的水泥地上发出的声音。走过一排排的商店，透过窗户向人们展示着最新的时髦衣裳。她突然停下了脚步，从玻璃上看到了自己的反射。
这是一个眼睛充满悲伤的女人，她的双颊深陷，胸部重重的被挤压在一起让他们看起来更加丰.满，紧身的短裙令她的肋骨突出，还有那噁心的黑色网袜。全身最出色的物件就是她脚上的那双鲜红色高跟鞋。
“嗯，你闻起来的味道很不错。”一个衣着邋遢的男人年龄在四十岁上下，从后面捉住她。尽管他们身处大庭广众之下，他的手摸上她的双腿之间，嘴上的口臭把她包围。
她闭上了眼睛，当它们再次睁开时，她是另一个人。她的笑声伴随着他们，两人悄悄细语，一同走进了破烂的酒店。那夜，她做着她的工作，让男人满意，只为得到那一点点钱。
她是一个妓.女
一个下.流的
肮脏的鸭.子。
但是她不在乎，她不在乎别人对她的看法，更不在乎她自己，她唯一在乎的是。。。
“我回家了！”她进门时叫到，一个大男孩气喘吁吁的从楼上小跑下来欢迎她回家。
卸下所有的伪装，她的外表依旧有些病态但是她是开心的。她微笑的拍了拍他的背，“就算医生说了你快痊愈了也不代表你可以逞强的做剧烈运动，今天过的开心吗？”
男孩露出灿烂的笑容，他的眼睛里反射出她的倒影，她看到在他眼中的她是干净和纯洁的，看到这些令她的内心感到无比的羞愧。她不敢与他对视，对话继续。
他们是一对姐弟，同住一间房，除了，他们之间没有任何的血液关系。她在大街上找到了因有先天疾病而被遗弃的他，把他带了回家。那时他只是个小孩，而现在的他，已经成长为了一位帅气的大男孩。
他一天一天的长大，而她的美丽与青春也在凋零。用手捂住嘴，遮掩着咳嗽，她不禁担心。她担心时间快不够了。
没有留下一句话，她走了，只剩下我和这空荡荡的房子和钱。她以为我不知道，其实我知道，我什么都知道。我只是装作不知道因为那是她的意愿。而我会去做她让我做的任何事情。
呵呵，真是讽刺。
男孩，现在已经成长为男人，他的胳膊圈绕着身边的女人，虽然彼此在几个小时前完全是陌生人。她的门牙上粘着口红，笑声也很刺耳，不过他并不在乎。他诱惑了她，第二天的早上，他在床头数着钱。
我曾只因你而活。
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第2章 日本
