“What should we do then? Just let things get worse?”
I looked out the window, feeling dizzy. These past few days, with everything going on at the company, I hadn’t slept well at all.
Today, a friend told me they saw someone who looked very much like Darren at this hospital. I hadn’t slept all night and rushed over here. The result was a huge blow to me.
They knew it too, but there was nothing they could do, nothing they could change.
By the time I got home, it was already evening. I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the light above me.
That crystal chandelier was something Darren and I bought during a trip to Lochfog, spending tens of thousands dollars to have it shipped back.
At times, he loved to hold me here because every facet of the crystal chandelier reflected the traces of his love for me.
“Darren, I hate you so much.” As I spoke, I couldn’t help but cry again.
The next second, a noise suddenly came from outside the door and I was momentarily stunned.
The door opened and Darren stood at the doorway.
He was holding a briefcase in his hand and because his memory only stopped at university, he was dressed like a college student, with not as many schemes in his eyes.