"You go out ...."
I heard my own choking voice, then turned away with difficulty and stopped looking at her.
She was a bit in panic. She explained to me anxiously.
"Pieter, please don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to not come and see you, I just couldn't get away."
"Jansen, he had his reasons for leaving me back then. He didn't live well after leaving me and he even suffered from severe depression. He needed me ...."
If that incident had not happened, perhaps I would choose to believe Celeste and would sympathize with Jansen.
But now, I could not believe it.
I remained silent, letting tears ravage my face.
The wound was wet with tears and I felt stinging pain.
"Pieter, don't worry, I will definitely marry you. As for your kidnapping case, can you write a letter of understanding to Jansen?"
Hearing these words, I could not hold back the anger in my heart and sat up straight.
"Celeste, you promised me that you would send the people who bullied me to prison and make them get the punishment they deserve."
"But why is he the only one who can't? Can the whole world be an exception as long as he is involved?"
"Celeste, open your eyes and see! Who on earth did I become what I am now for!"
I screamed hysterically.
However, the girl looked at me with increasingly cold eyes, until she finally spoke in an almost indifferent tone.
"Pieter, how could you treat me like this?"
"Where has all your kindness and thoughtfulness gone? Were you pretending to trick me into marrying you?"
"If that's the case, I'll have to think it multiple times about getting the marriage certificate."
Listening to the ridiculous and absurd accusations in my ear, bitterness and helplessness crept into my heart layer by layer.
Just I was about to open my mouth and argue, I saw her take out her phone and the cold in her eyes suddenly dissipated.
"Reflect on yourself!"
She looked at her phone and left with these words.
Seeing the disappearing figure, my heart sank to the bottom.
The last glimmer of hope was also burned out.
She was the girl I had loved wholeheartedly for three years.
When a man did not love his girl, he could not see her wounds or hear what she said.
Celeste, you don't need to worry.
We will never get a marriage certificate in our lifetime.
After that day, I never saw her again.
She seemed to have disappeared until I found her trace on Jansen's social media account.
[Revisiting the past with your first love.]
The following photos were a series of check-in photos, a splicing of old and new scenes and Celeste could be seen in each photo.
Showing half of her face, a back view and a right palm with a mole on her index finger.
Eech photo was like a needle piercing my eyes and heart, bringing indelible pain.
I could not help it and sent the screenshot to Celeste.
In just a few seconds, she replied to my message.
[Pieter, the doctor said, accompanying Jansen to relax will help him recover from depression.]
[Once he recovers, I will definitely come back to accompany you, okay?]
How could those familiar words so obscure and difficult to understand?
I curled up in bed, letting the pain gnaw on my nerves.
The memories of her kept flashing back in my mind and the layered pain made me feel the pleasure of self-torture.
I was trying to use that method to make myself remember the lesson.
That day, I passed by the resident doctor's office and heard my name.
"As for Pieter's legs, it can't be delayed any longer. If you delay it any longer, he will never be able to stand up again!"
