[TW] -I wrote about my two tencent QQ accounts
The pseud, or namely alias, of the first one is 空谜 (mo kong mi), and that of the second one is 隐光鞘 (yin guang qiao). If you have read my other threads, you may know that they are two of my OCs. Actually, they are lovers.
Things happened like this. I froze my first account, which I began to use in 2021, because I broke the screen of my former phone and my parents had it repaired, and I was afraid of their looking through things in a software in that phone, which I logged in by that account. Later I wanted to got it unfroze, but failed again and again. Finally I got to know the reason. The account was given by a former friend who I stopped keeping in touch with owing to our breaking up. Since I got it, it had always been my major private and secret account my parents didn't know. I used it to register in some softwares I liked but my parents would have been sure to think a waste of time if they had known. Not until the tencent customer service explained it to me did I realize that giving away tencent accounts to others shall violate the rules of tencent. And every account has a mark at its birth. If it's given to others, the tencent system will know. Therefore, my account can never be unfroze.
My second account is created early this year, and now it has to take the place of the first one to be my major secret account.
I worte about the thing, originally in Chinese. I will try to translate it into English, but stilted.
I saw your hands feet confined by translucent ice and your skin red with cold. I tried to rescue you again and again, but in vain, only to watch your skin turn from red to blueish black. The confirmed despair became a cold blade cutting through your throat. Seeing the flush of crimson, I turned away from you, falling to on the warm ground belonging to me, looking into the vast distance. In a trance, there seemed to be a road leading to the depths of the sky, by walking along which I could return to the past without cold. The illusion stopped by for a moment, failing to bear my summoning up such courage before disappearing without leaving the barest trace. That body was given to you by an old friend who was leaving then. Not until now have I come to realize that the behavior violates the rules. I couldn't help looking back and the red on the ground lept into view, squeezing transparent tears out of my eyes, as if to dilute the strong red with tears. I suddenly ceased minding the spread of blood, crawled to your side and nestled against your body where lingering warmth had faded away wholely. Your living in another person's body made it extremely resemble your own, and I thought this would continue, but... You never thought of or could remove the residual smell of "another person", nor could you read the sealed-off memories previously in this body. A little mark could completely deny your identity as its rightful owner. So no one could save you. But nobody told you what it was. The blood gradually dried up, and the kermesinus coagulated on your neck and the never molten ice that clenched tightly at your hands. The mottled blood stains on my body were the color that tears couldn't wash away, embracing me as you did in your lifetime.
I use analogy and symbolism to convey my upset feelings towards the thing. To me, it really feels as if my first account was killed, thus involving some 'blood'.
