My spirit wafted back home–a luxurious villa standing in the suburbs.
It looked like a lurking beast in the darkness, never giving me any warmth.
The light of a desk lamp illuminated Dexter’s stern face. He was dealing with company matters, with his brows furrowing.
He glanced at the time on his phone, showing a hint of impatience and anger.
After a while, he unlocked his phone and tried to call someone.
Seemingly unable to connect, he cursed and hung up.
He swept–everything off the table. I knew about his hot temper.
“Caroline, you’ve grown bold. How dare you block me?”
He angrily smashed things around. “If you are so capable, never come back. Just die out there.”
My nose tingled.
Even though I was dead, I still felt sad about his harsh words.
“Dexter, you got your wish. I really died out there.”
I watched as the last remnants of the setting sun faded away in the distance.
It seemed to take away the last trace of warmth within me.
