When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
"You're awake?" My best friend's anxious voice came through.
I tried to move my body, but I felt a tearing pain in my lower abdomen, causing me to gasp in pain.
"Don't move."
She pressed down on my shoulder, "You lost a lot of blood and had surgery... the baby..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, but I already understood everything.
Tears silently slid down my face and I didn’t even have the strength to lift my hand to wipe them away.
"How long was I asleep?" I asked.
"You were unconscious for a whole day and night."
My best friend handed me a cup of water, "The doctor said your condition was critical. We almost couldn't save you. Why are you so silly? You were pregnant and didn’t even tell me."
I looked at my best friend and forced a smile, "I was going to tell you, but now... it's probably for the best. This child shouldn't have come in the first place. Where's my phone?"
My best friend hesitated for a moment, then took my phone out of the cabinet and handed it to me.
I unlocked the phone and there wasn’t a single message or call from Kenneth.
However, Yara had sent a bunch of photos, proudly showing off.
In the photos, Kenneth had his arm around her waist and the two of them were smiling brightly, looking like the happiest couple in the world.
The photos were posted yesterday.
While my life hung in the balance, he took Yara on a trip.
"I want to be discharged," I suddenly said.
My best friend looked at me in shock, "Are you crazy? Your physical condition doesn’t allow it! How can you not take better care of yourself?"
"I’ll take good care of myself." I tightly grasped her hand.
Seeing the determination in my eyes, my best friend sighed in resignation.
"At least stay for another day, so we can make sure there are no complications before you're discharged."
The next day, my best friend helped me complete the discharge paperwork.
The doctor repeatedly emphasized the precautions, especially stressing the importance of uterine recovery.
The doctor said seriously, "The endometrium is severely damaged, you must take care of yourself properly. You also need to prepare yourself mentally. It will be very difficult for you to get pregnant in the future."
I calmly accepted the news.
When I got home, I started packing my things.
IELTS score, admission letter, passport, flight ticket, everything was ready. Looking at the things that reminded me of the past with Kenneth in the house, I only felt disgusted.
I grabbed a trash bag and threw everything related to him into it.
In the end, our four years together amounted to nothing more than eight bags of trash.
Before I left, I sent Kenneth one last message. [Thank you for the 'guidance' over the past five years. I wish you and Yara a lifetime of happiness.]
I deleted all of his contact information and blocked him on social media.
As I stepped into the taxi heading to the airport, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
‘Goodbye, Kenneth. Goodbye, my once naive love.’
