ose two out the door. I leaned against the door, feeling my heart pounding loudly.
In my pocket, I crumpled up that neatly folded piece of paper,
My fingers dug into my palms as I covered my aching, chaotic head.
Lucas, I won’t take care of you anymore.
Even if you want me to take care of you, I won’t.
In the audio store, songs from the 70s and 80s were still playing
Outside the window, heavy rain poured down, large droplets recklessly washing the glass.
“Sweet highs, accurate mids, deep lows.”
The person sitting next to me closed his eyes, his body swaying with the rhythm.
“In short, it’s crystal clear!”
I sighed amidst the loud music from the speakers and said to him:
“Ryan, I’m dying.”
The audio store fell into sudden silence. He straightened up, looked at me first, then lowered his eyes to the paper I handed him.
After a while, I heard him take a breath.
“It can’t be cured?”
“Til cooperate with the tr
the treatment, but the chances of recovery are slim.”
“What about Lucas? What will happen to him?”
The person beside me asked while supporting his forehead, and I fell into a long silence.
He
fine.
“Ive handed him over to someone who can take better care of him.”
All these years, 1, and the bureau, had never stopped Lucas’s treatment. But one thing had to be admitted.
This time, the psychologist Chloe invited was better than 1 had imagined, a top medical expert.
Yes, according to Lucas’s current psychologist, if I kept accompanying Lucas, one day I would be able to wait for his recovery. It was just a matter of time.
But I didn’t have time anymore.
seemed to have played a huge joke on me
“Your grievance is written all over your face, Emily?
Ryan was an undercover agent who joined at the same time as Lucas.
then retired a
His infiltration wasn’t as deep, so he wasn’t as trapped as Lucas. After the mission ended, he worked for a few years, t this audio store.
I sniffled and looked into his eyes, saying:
“After I die, bury my thir
things at the foot of Green Mountain, together with them. Turn my ashes into fireworks and set them off in the s
Perhaps because I was so serious a
“Don’t, Emily.”
about arranging my affairs after death, Ryan’s face slowly turned solemn
“If you really die, if you really die, how am I supposed to face Lucas?”
“If he regains his memory,
won’t he be heartbroken over you?”
“Emily, you have to hang on, you have to hang on until that brat Lucas remembers you.”
“Then give him a good beating, that heartless…”
A clap of thunder rumbled in the distance.
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Last night when I got home, I suddenly collapsed at the entrance, my head hurting badly. Later, I lay on the floor alone for three hours.
Woken by the cold, I realized that even in my dreams, I was calling Lucas’s name until my throat was hoarse,
But Lucas wasn’t there anymore.
The pouring rain washed away the distance between us, until my phone rang.
It was Chloe calling. I answered.
The voice on the other end was urgent, I suddenly stood up, looking for an umbrella.
Ryan asked me what happened.
I hung up the phone and looked at him blankly.
“Lucas is missing.”
“Tell me, why do I still want to go find him so desperately?”
