Evan was the love of my youth and the source of my enduring pain.
This world is indeed cruel, burdening me with unbearable pain: a body tormented by illness, a soul shattered by love. I yearn to end this ceaseless torment.
I want to find my parents, my child—where they are must surely be warm and free from harm.
With both hands, I pushed myself up and slid off the edge, my entire body hanging in mid-air.
I thought I would fall and become a puddle of blood, but instead, I found myself suspended in the air.
Looking up, I saw Evan gripping my hand tightly.
For the first time, I saw no trace of past hatred or pain in his eyes, only urgency and panic. It was ironic that he worried about my life and death for Megan’s sake.
"Avery, hold on to me," he bellowed at me.
I managed a small smile at him, even as tears fell. "Evan, I regret loving you. If there is a next life, I wish never love you before"
I reached out with my free hand and started to pry his fingers off one by one.
"Don’t."
His eyes widened, filled with panic and fear. The sweat from his brow dripped into my eyes, which seemed to have an endless stream of tears.
As his fingertips slid off mine, I saw a growing fear in his eyes. I gave him a mournful smile.
Just as I thought I had succeeded, I was saved by someone through a window below.
During the suicide attempt, I was not afraid, yet in the short minutes waiting for Evan, I trembled in fear.
I expected a violent slap when he arrived, but instead, he held me tightly. I could feel his muscles, tense and trembling.
His eyes held a deep, indecipherable darkness. I no longer wondered if there was even a trace of affection for me in there.
I was taken to the hospital and underwent various checks, passively allowing them to handle me like a lifeless puppet.
I was hospitalized, and Megan stayed in the room next to mine.
I lay quietly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Evan stood beside my bed, looking down at me with a grave expression.
It must be frustrating for him that I can't save Megan.
A sneer slowly formed on my lips. "Evan, I really don't understand," I turned to look at him. "You know I can't save the woman you love. Why keep me, a dying person, by your side? Do you want to watch me die?"
I expected Evan to rejoice at the news of my impending death or to mock me with venomous words as he used to, but he did neither. Instead, he sat by my bed.
"What are you doing?" I clutched the blanket tightly, watching him warily.
Evan frowned, his expression complex, and reached out.
Under my guarded gaze, he tucked in the blanket. "Rest well, I will save you. You're not going to die."
I burst out laughing at his words, the irony not lost on me. This man, who had nearly killed me several times, was now saying he would save me.
Evan's face turned grim, but he didn't lash out.
"Those words coming from you are as rare as once in a blue moon," I pulled back the blanket and leaned towards Evan, closing the distance between us to mere inches. I stared into his unfathomable eyes and said, "Save me? Evan, that's truly ironic. Who reduced me to this state?"
