The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 52

I covered my face with my hands, unwilling to think about who was right and who was wrong.

"Babe!" He grabbed my hand and looked at my wound very nervously. "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts!" It's not the hand that hurts, but the heart.

It was the heart that was completely melted by him!
"I scared you?!" He put my hand to his lips, sucked out the blood gently, and wiped the blood off my face, coaxing me and said, "If you don't like my What I have done, I will not kill anyone in the future, okay?"

"Can you?"

"Yes!" He looked affectionately, with unwavering love in his eyes: "As long as no one hurts you..."

When he said this, I put my hand on his lips, and his burning breath flowed from my fingers to my long-lost soul.

"I'm sorry." I withdrew my hand, trying to escape from this unbearable situation, when he pulled my arm and pulled me back.

"You love me, why do you want to escape."

"I do not love you!"

"If you don't love me, leave now, I don't need your care."

Why is he always so strong, forcing me to nowhere to retreat.

I don't want to go, but if I don't go, I will admit that I love him.

"Okay! I'm leaving, you think I want to take care of you..." I stubbornly ran out of the ward, this time he didn't grab my hand again, in fact, if he grabbed it again, I might throw myself into his arms and say to him :I love him!

I don't want to live forever with him, I just want him to hold my hand and look at me with affectionate eyes, even for a short period of time... But I can't, we are enemies, we are irreconcilable!

How good would my life be without him!

I sit by the piano every day, playing from morning to night until the score is broken; I sit at the dining table every day and look at the empty chairs opposite, and eat all the meals; I went to his study to read a lot of newspapers, and even an advertisement could make me see the dawn.Sometimes I also watch TV and fall asleep with the phone in my arms...

I don't know how long it has been. I rubbed my panda-like eyes and looked at the calendar, only to find that a week had passed.

Discouraged, I threw away the sheet music in my hand, put on my clothes and prepared to go shopping. I heard that women are the easiest to forget unhappy things when they go shopping. I will try.

Shopping is indeed a very pleasant thing. I walked back and forth in the men's clothing area all afternoon. I bought more than a dozen colorful shirts, two sets of suits, trousers, casual wear, and countless T-shirts. There are watches, wallets, ties, belts, anyway, the bank card he gave me was maxed out.

The people in the mall pointed to the mountains of things in front of me and asked if I wanted to take them back by myself. I nodded, "Can you give me the biggest bag?"

They handed it to me inexplicably, and I squatted on the ground to unpack it, stuffed the clothes in one by one, threw the watch and tie into the bag like garbage, and dragged it away.

I really didn't have the strength to walk, so I squatted on the ground holding the bag and cried for a while, then stood up and continued walking.

That was the first time I tasted the taste of missing, and it was only seven days, and I was exhausted.

On the tenth day, I got up from a pile of men's clothes and went straight to the hospital.

I didn't go in to see him, but sat on a bench by the hospital garden and looked out his window until dusk.

God knows how much I want to go up there, throwing myself into his arms and telling him that I miss him, I won't run away, don't care how it ends in the future, let's have a vigorous love.

But I can't let go of the hatred in my heart, the ending is doomed to be tragic...

I gritted my teeth and stood up, rubbing my paralyzed legs and leaving quietly.

I love him, so I hope he can give up and take back his love that is destined to be hurt.

(End of this chapter)