But this time, the place in my heart where the knife had pierced seemed numb and I didn't want to endure it anymore.
In the end, I went to the hospital alone for a follow-up check-up.
"How many times have I told you that the wound will hurt on rainy days and that someone must accompany you to apply the medicine on time?"
Listening to the attending doctor's helpless scolding, I forced a smile. "I can manage by myself."
Shortly after leaving the hospital, a torrential downpour suddenly began.
I ducked into a dessert shop on the corner and as I turned, I saw Willard holding a spoon with a beaming smile while Jolene leaned in and took a bite of the cake he was offering.
That limited-edition platinum bag was slung across her arm, still gleaming. And the watch on her wrist was the gift Willard had claimed last week was "for an important client."
I pulled out a mocking smile and ran home through the pouring rain.
When Willard came back, I had just finished my shower and my hair was still dripping wet. He froze when he saw me. "What happened? You look like a drowned rat."
"I went to the hospital," I said.
His expression instantly froze. "Why did you go to the hospital today?"