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Son’s eyes were bloodshot, looking like a demon crawled up from hell.
Be slowly curled his lips dealing Alexander the fatal blow.
Do you know who she called for help before jumping? She believed till death you’d save her. What were you doing
What was he doing
Alexander couldnt stop remembering.
What was he doing the day Shirley jumped?
He was helping Shirley prepare for the wedding…
Holding her, making love passionately when she demanded his affection…
Alexander slumped to the floor, torturing himself by reliving every detail.
Regret surged like a tsunami, crushing him instantly.
The next second suffocating pain exploded in his chest. He clenched his fists, fighting the coppery sweetness rising from his gut.
Scalding iron flooded his throat. He jerked sideways, blood splattering pink–white decorative flowers without warn-
Wiping his mouth fingertips smeared warm blood. Only when touching skin did he realize he was shaking.
Vision blurred. He saw Rita running toward him smiling, hair brushing his wrist with gardenia scent before vanishing in the wind
Rit don’t leave…”
He tried to speak, voice too hoarse to form words, scattering in the air.
Another wave of nausea hit. He bent over, covering his mouth, but couldn’t stop the second gush of blood dripping ceno polished tiles, blooming into despair.
Nguyenroundings faded. Ambulance sirens dissolved into muffled background noise.
Only his heartbeat remained–heavy, slow, tolling like a funeral bell.
His stomach cramped hollow while his heart clogged like red–hot iron, pain forcing him to curl.
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Staring at the bloodstain, he suddenly laughed.
Laughter turned to tears, streaking down cheeks mixed with blood, cold as ice.
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“My fault…” he whispered. “Come back? I’ll give everything… Take you away… away…‘
Before blacking out, the last memory: her standing tiptoe to kiss his cheek when seeing him off.
She’d said: “Waiting for you home.”
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