In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 1640

It felt like a thorn had lodged itself in my throat, and it refused to go up nor go down. Nevertheless, it kept reminding me of its presence, denying me of any moment of peace.

Fortunately, Camelia did not make any other moves, so the heart in my throat lowered slightly.

After recomposing myself, I said in a much calmer tone than before, “Tell me, Camelia. What do you want to agree to come back?”

However, Camelia ignored me and asked, “Did you visit him?”

Marcus?

It was a few seconds before I nodded. “I just came out of his ward. He’s much better than yesterday and he’s finally eating.”

“Ha,” came the soft laugh that escaped from behind Camelia’s lips. The morning sun cast a warm, golden veil on her face, but somehow, she still looked miserable. “Then, do you know that they had just resuscitated him?”

“What?” I knew nothing about what she was saying.

“Last night, he selfishly took himself off the oxygen mask. If it was not for my worrying, I wouldn’t have entered his ward to check on him another time. If not for that, what you would have seen in his ward today would have been his dead body.”

His dead body.

It was the second time of the day that I had heard those three words. Every time I heard it, it brought me more dread than before.

It was only when I thought about the smug look Marcus had, then did I realize where he had gotten the confidence to do that. At that moment, it felt as if someone had scooped a hole in my heart and let the terror rush in to fill its gap.

The fear of killing oneself would only happen on the first suicide attempt. After that, one would be numb. Countless images of my imagination and reality overlapped and reflected on the same ending for Marcus. With once came twice, and with twice came countless times. It would truly be a life where one only lived for the sake of living and nothing else.

Unsure of what Camelia was trying to tell me, I tentatively said, “Marcus wants to die, and you’re planning to follow in his footsteps? Don’t you care about your parents anymore? Don’t you want your child anymore?”

I could vaguely hear the officers whispering to each other behind me.

“Have you contacted any of her family members?”

“What? The other person on the line said that he doesn’t have a daughter. Apparently, they’ve cut ties a long time ago, so he refused to even come here to see her.”