The pain Abigail caused me left me feeling utterly hopeless. I wanted nothing more than to end it all and escape this miserable life and endless suffering.
But when I saw Lana's vibrant energy, I regretted it.
I wanted to live! I wanted to live on!
Starting now, I'd take my medication on time and cooperate with all the checkups. I'd fight to make myself stronger and no longer drown in the agony of impending death.
Just as I hailed a cab to head home, my phone buzzed with a trending news alert. The top headline was about me beating up Joshua at the hospital.
I turned off my phone, not interested in reading any of it. But the moment I got home and opened the door, I saw Abigail sitting on the living room couch, looking at me with a serious expression.
Her luggage was by her feet. It was clear she'd come straight here after getting off the plane.
I was amused to see her disheveled, travel-worn appearance. As expected, the most important person to her had always been Joshua.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed back home the moment she saw the news and planted herself here, ready to interrogate me about why I hit Joshua.
Sure enough, just as the thought crossed my mind, Abigail's serious gaze met mine, and she asked, "Did you hit Joshua?"
I nodded calmly and answered without hesitation, "Yeah, I did."
My tone was steady. I expected her to be angry.
But to my surprise, she wasn't mad at all. Instead, she got up, walked over to me, and asked calmly, "Tell me why."
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