On that chaotic and terrifying night, I lost my dream forever.
My parents were heartbroken, setting aside their business to comfort me.
They also had my husband take time off work to stay at the hospital and care for me.
He patiently and carefully comforted me, telling me every day how much he loved me.
I should have felt touched, even happy.
After all, following a miscarriage, I had started gaining weight and getting acne for various reasons.
This made me irritable and caused frequent conflicts with Charlie, straining our relationship to the breaking point.
In the end, he persuaded me to put work on hold and rest at home to calm down.
But now, I couldn't listen to anything he said. My life was already plunged into darkness!
Meanwhile, my phone was bombarded with messages.
Upon hearing the news, many teachers and classmates reached out to express their condolences.
But their sympathetic words couldn't hide their regretful tone, and every sigh felt like salt being rubbed into my wounds!
I forced myself to endure the pain, still thanking them for thinking of me.
All the performances, classes, and competitions I had scheduled were canceled.