"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."
"... I know I was wrong... I’m sorry..."
"It’s all my fault..."
In the hospital room, Annie Anne is curled up on the bed in pain, her hands clutching her head. She’s like a bird with broken wings, squawking in helpless pain.
Oliver Hudson, who’d been standing guard outside the door, hurried in. Seeing Annie’s pale face on the bed, it felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
He rushed forward and hugged Annie tightly in his arms.
"Annie, it’s okay, it’s all over now!"
However, Annie kept struggling in Oliver’s arms. She looked up in a daze and recognized the face of the man in front of her through the blur of her tears.
Suddenly, her body began to shake violently, and she couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
"Let... go of me... let me go!"
Annie threw her head back in pain, the veins in her neck straining against her pale skin, trickling down to the pit of her damaged heart.
Just night, the rumbling thunder, and the biting rain swallowed Annie and tore her body apart, leaving only her weakly pounding heart.
In a daze, she was back in that cold and narrow place, her arms and legs shackled.
She curled up in the corner.
The tears had dried long ago, replaced by hollow pain.
Her body was embraced, but it couldn’t warm Annie up at all.
"Oliver, I know I was wrong... I’m sorry, it’s all my fault... all of it... I’m sorry..."
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"Annie, it’s okay, it’s all past now..."
Oliver held Annie’s face, feeling the hot tears that almost burned his palm.
"It’s all my fault, but it’s okay now."
Annie’s voice hoarse, she wanted to break free from Oliver’s embrace.
She put her head down and bit Oliver’s arm hard, tasting the nauseating taste of blood.
Oliver remained composed, allowing Annie to vent on him.
After awhile, Annie finally calmed down.
Oliver’s lips were compressed, a faint redness in his eyes.
After an uncertain time, Annie, tired of the sound of the rain outside, slowly breaks the silence of the room.
Oliver’s throat moves, he dares not let go of Annie, afraid that he would see her cold, silent eyes once he lowers his gaze.
But he just gently holds Annie, letting her escape easily.
Annie stood up and started laughing looking at the man in front of her.
Her lips were like a tragic flower, so piercing it hurt one’s eyes.
Oliver reached out to touch Annie’s face, only to be slapped away by her.
The vase at the head of the bed with the fallen petals fell in an awkward tumble, breaking the desolation of the long night.
Love grew wildly like a vine, unsuspecting, until the thorns dug deep into the heart, turning it into a bloody mess, where sorrow and past foolishness intertwined.
"Oliver, if you don’t want to let me go, then kill me..."
Annie stood helplessly on the ground, disheveled strands of hair clinging to her pale cheeks.
The light in her eyes was shattered by the rain droplets reflecting off it.
Just like those memories Oliver never wanted to touch.
She looked at herself, clutching her chest.
"Oliver, you know, I’m always scared of pain..."