I suddenly laughed, and my soul seemed to be broken. It turned out that Andrew didn't answer my call because he was trying to comfort Ava to sleep.
"Andrew, If you knew this was the last call I would make to you for help, will you regret that you missed my call?" I thought.
Andrew and I had been in a back-and-forth relationship for five years, and today, we finally got engaged.
When Andrew was driving me back to my parents' house for dinner, he received a call from Ava.
Ava got drunk in the bar and called Andrew.
After I found out it was Ava's call, I had a big fight with Andrew because of Ava's call.
He left me halfway and turned around to pick up Ava.
But he didn't know that while he was comforting Ava to sleep, a madman was stabbing me repeatedly.
Andrew replied to my message, but he didn't get my reply after a long time.
I couldn't respond. My body was probably already cold on that deserted path.
My soul was pressed against the window, watching Andrew turn off his phone.
He seemed to want to hold Ava in his arms, but when he looked at the wedding ring on his ring finger, he hesitated.
I didn't have a heart anymore, but could feel the pain.