“Are you freaking kidding me? Don’t shout at me when I’m trying to sleep! I’m not so stupid that I don’t know when it’s time to eat. Get out!”
I hadn’t dodged in time and ended up with a gash on my forehead, bleeding profusely. Now, only a scar served as a reminder.
Keith never apologized.
“Don’t disturb me when I’m sleeping,” was all he said.
At the time, I naively believed it was my fault.
I had learned too late that there was either love or indifference.
I had already lost completely.
—
A loud boom interrupted my thoughts.
I screamed, my heart racing as I looked up in terror.
For reasons unknown, the hot air balloon had suddenly caught fire, the flames spreading rapidly.
At the same time, the balloon began to descend quickly.
I immediately pulled out my phone, frantically dialing Keith.
“Help me! It’s on fire!”
“If your house is on fire, call 911. Is it really worth making such a fuss over such a thing?” Keith asked casually.
“No! I—”
“Enough! I have to help Chelle. Whatever it is, I’m sure you can handle it.”
Once again, he ended the call abruptly.
He always took the lead in our relationship.
No matter what I said, he never had the patience to listen to me.
When he mentioned helping Michelle, I didn’t think it would be about helping her with her latest post.
[Thank you for showing me the magnificent landscapes. Although I’m afraid of heights, with you to guide me, I fear nothing. Being with you makes me so happy.]
It was a video of them skydiving, not a photo of Michelle at the hospital.
I had no time to watch it all—the flames from the hot air balloon grew fiercer, threatening to engulf me.
If I didn’t make a decision soon, I would face the double torment of burning flames and rapid descent.
I gently touched my pregnant belly, tears blurring my vision.
“My baby, I’m so sorry for everything.”
I sent one final message to Keith before I jumped.
