Louis: “Are you stupid? Virus transmission can be fatal. You are young, and you have a long way to go. Since fate has given you a second chance, you should cherish it, rather than die with me…”
“I’ve always wondered why I came back to life, until I met you, I understood. A second chance at life only matters because of you. Without you, it means nothing. Louis, this time, I don’t want to see someone important to me fall in front of my eyes again.”
Is this virus as serious as Finn said? Elisa doesn’t know. But it’s too early to talk about “death” now. After all, when she had stomach cancer, it was considered terminal, but wasn’t it overcome with the anti-cancer drugs researched by Micah?
But if… if Louis really has an accident, she will not live alone.
In her previous life, she lived worse than death, suffering from stomach cancer and enduring Hamish’s torment day after day.
Even so, she still held a faint hope for “living” in her heart, very faint but very real.
Louis is like the sunlight in winter, shining into her dark world, igniting the last bit of hope.
It is Louis who makes her believe that someone will always love her in this world and protect her no matter what happens.
If Louis is to “go,” then take her with him.
Finn has always known that Elisa and Louis have deep feelings for each other, but he still underestimated their bond.
No, it’s not underestimation, it’s forgetting. He forgot that seven years ago, Elisa endured excruciating pain to save Autumn.
Sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at the two of them. The people around seemed to be saying something, it was chaotic, but Finn couldn’t hear anything. He gripped the wheelchair’s armrest tightly with one hand and pulled out a gun with the other.
In his dark and noisy world, this moment suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.
Finn tightened the gun in his hand. The only thing in his mind was destruction.
As soon as Elisa looked up, she was met with the dark barrel of the gun. She held her breath. With a gunshot, Elisa hugged Louis tightly, and in a flash, someone rushed out and stood between them.
There was a subtle tremor in the air, and a gunshot shattered the tranquility of the night.
Elisa’s eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks from fear.
Against the light, Elisa could only see the tall figure of a man falling down. As the man fell, she saw his face clearly, and her ears were filled with an eerie silence.
Hamish lay on the ground, his once dark eyes suddenly becoming hazy, losing all light and warmth, but his eyes still stayed fixed on Elisa.
Watching her and Louis embrace tightly amidst the gunfire.
It was only after a delayed reaction that Hamish began to feel the pain. His chest was already stained red with blood, and as he coughed, it brought up blood, aggravating his lung and gunshot wound. The cough unexpectedly brought up blood, and he didn’t want to spit blood in front of Elisa, but the gushes of blood continued to flow uncontrollably out of his mouth, coloring half of his face red, trickling into his ears with a buzzing sound.
Meeting Elisa’s gaze, Hamish’s fingertips moved.
The shot Finn took was aimed at Louis’ back and wouldn’t have harmed Elisa, but Hamish, seeing this, rushed forward to block the bullet.
Because he knew that if something happened to Louis, Elisa would be devastated.
Seven years ago, Elisa called him ten times to save Autumn, and he didn’t answer a single call, leaving Elisa crippled in ten fingers.
Seven years later, the same person, he took the bullet for Louis. Would Elisa’s resentment towards him lessen a bit, even just a bit?
He didn’t ask for much, just hoped that when Elisa looked at him seriously, her eyes wouldn’t be filled with hate.
His vision became increasingly blurry, so much so that he couldn’t see Elisa’s face clearly. He opened his mouth, consciousness gradually thinning, and he fell completely into darkness.
Elisa’s hand around Louis’ neck trembled violently, and she hadn’t yet recovered from the fear.
She watched Hamish fall to the ground, feeling as though her throat was being tightly squeezed, trying to speak but unable to make a sound.
Hamish lay in a pool of blood, his face devoid of color, and the blood he spat out from his mouth was particularly conspicuous against his pallid face.
Elisa stared blankly as his lips moved, from the shape of his mouth, Hamish said three words.
It was-“I’m sorry.”
The timeline seemed to stop atthat moment when Hamish uttered those three words, the image of Hamish speaking these three words became a still frame in her eyes, a fleeting moment that felt unbearably long, long enough for her to review the myriad flavors of life.
The scene was chaotic, with the police holding Finn down.
Louis turned to look behind him, and upon seeing Hamish in the blood, he simply held Elisa tighter, trying to comfort her as she trembled, rubbing her head to help dispel her fear.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Elisa shook her head, lowering her forehead to rest against his strong, supportive shoulder.
She thought she hated Hamish to the core, wishing for his death, but when Hamish really stood in front of her, taking a bullet and falling to the ground, bleeding for her, this was not the outcome she desired.