Love Strikes: He is My Hero

"Stay away from me! Please, it's really dangerous!" I stood on the edge of the roof and begged the firefighters who came to rescue me.

While everyone was enjoying the New Year, I was alone.

Everything seemed meaningless.

Standing on the rooftop and trying to end my life, I suddenly noticed that someone called some firefighters.

As the crowd gathered under the building, I became increasingly reluctant to jump off, fearing I would fall on somebody.

"Tell me your problem, and we'll help you solve it! Just get away from the edge. Okay?" a firefighter approached me alone and tried to comfort me.

"Stop!" I stopped him as he came closer and closer. "If you get any closer, I'll jump!"

"Okay, okay! I'll listen to whatever you say. Calm down. I just want you to know you don't have to hurt yourself for a man on New Year's day!" said that firefighter.

A hint of self-mock surged in my heart; it seemed that the whole world had known that Ronan Wallace abandoned me.

As an actress, there was no such thing as privacy for me.

Everyone thought that I chose to end my life because of Ronan's breakup with me, but in fact, he just added fuel to the fire.

I had never thought that the man I fell for chose to be with me in order to get my kidney, so did my parents, who I trusted so much.

Technically speaking, they were Jessica Caldwell's parents. I was almost an orphan.

Everybody was lying to me!

The wound where my left kidney had just been removed hurt so much but was still not as painful as my broken heart.

"No one cares whether I live or die anymore. Everything is meaningless."

I backed away while laughing depressingly, but the firefighter moved forward as I stepped back.

He yelled, "I care about you!"

I knew he comforted me in order to accomplish his task.

He added, "There's someone who cares about you. Just look at people around, they all care about you!" he sounded so sincere.

Being stunned, I looked up at him with my eyes full of tears. For a moment, I really believed what he said.

He seemed to be only in his early twenties, the prime of life. I really couldn't bear to see him getting hurt for saving me.

After all, there was often news about firefighters getting injured or even sacrificing themselves while trying to save people. Whenever I saw firefighters sacrificing themselves while trying to save those who had no desire to live, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Such a cruel situation was beyond my limit of endurance, and I was very reluctant to be the person who put the firefighters' lives in danger.

He seemed overjoyed as I stopped heading to the edge of the rooftop.​

I knew he was comforting me.

Looking at his hand stretched to me, I reached out to grab his hand for no reason.

Just as we walked down, I heard the firefighter breathe a sigh of relief, and I knew he was truly worried about me. Never had I expected that he would be a ray of warmth for me on my darkest days.

However, quite a few people in the crowd shouted, "Tsk, this is boring. It's been a while since she tried to jump off the building. She must be some eye-catching woman!"

I laughed again at them. They were wrong about me.

When the crowd dispersed and the firefighters thought I dispelled the idea of committing suicide and relaxed their vigilance towards me, I suddenly turned around and ran towards the edge of the rooftop and jumped down without hesitation in front of everyone.