A year has passed unconsciously. The days I spent with Ryan Campbell are less than a year in total. In retrospect, it is very short, but in my more than 20 years of life, that short time is so bright.
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I woke up at seven o’clock on time. Now I don’t even need an alarm clock.
I hurried to make breakfast. Theresa unexpectedly liked my sandwich. Although I was far inferior to Ryan Campbell’s cooking skills, it was probably because Theresa had never eaten the sandwich made by Ryan Campbell, so she was very proud of my cooking skills.
Then I madly made revision of the manuscript. When I handed in the manuscript of this week, it was already one o’clock in the morning. I took a bath and lay on the bed. When I was ready to go to bed, I suddenly remembered about Ceres. Last time I came back from prison, I called Jeffrey Scott. He just told me that Ceres was OK, but I didn’t know whether he was out of prison or not, let alone why she was in prison.
I don’t know how is Ben Scott. I just wanted to call Jeffrey Scott to ask about the situation. Seeing it was too late, I gave up. I felt it wasn’t appropriate for me to contact Jeffrey Scott. I should go back to see Ceres some other day.
Jeffrey Scott’s pov
The sky is raining heavily, with lightning and thunder, but the time at noon looks like night.
In the prison, I looked at Ceres Taylor through the glass. She was looking forward to my arrival. Of course, she didn’t want to see me, but just wanted to get information about Ben Scott from me.
For almost two months, she lost a lot of weight. Every time I saw her, she looked more and more listless. Only her dark eyes looked at the documents I had brought.
She asked me, “How’s Ben?”
I stuck the paper in my hand on the glass and said “He woke up in the morning.”
When Ceres Taylor heard the words, her eyes were a little red and wet, but she could not hide her joy. This was the first time I saw her smile in this period of time: “Really?”
She looked unbelievable. She touched the inspection report I held through the glass, saw the results on it, and then smiled and murmured, “He really woke up…”
I didn’t show any emotion, silently turned the inspection report to the second sheet and said, “But he didn’t remember anything.”
When she heard the words, the smile on her face froze:
“He dosen’t even know who he is.”
I kept silent. This was a situation I hadn’t thought about, but now I think it might be a good result. Anyway, she doesn’t go out now. Even if she does, Ben’s mother won’t allow them to be together again
I looked at her dumbfounded, put away the paper in her hand, and then asked her: “Is it comfortable here?”
Ceres Taylor returns to her senses and looks at him in puzzlement.
How can prison be comfortable? This is the place to punish people.
I know from her increasingly emaciated figure that she has been living a very bad life these days. I have been waiting for her to ask me for help one day, but never.
Every time I come here, she cares about Ben Scott. Seeing her expectant eyes, I feel more uncomfortable. Every time I want to take her away, I give up the idea.
“Do you think he will wait for you to get out of prison?” I asked.
Ceres Taylor was silent after hearing the words, then lowered his head, smiled, shook his head and said, “I don’t need him to wait.”
I don’t want him to spend time on her anymore, but he doesn’t remember her now, and he won’t know this love, so it’s enough for her to keep this once alone.
I sniffed and said, “It’s really generous. Do you think he will thank you? When he marries her again, you will be here. Even when you come out, he will remember you, and you may not be able to go back.”
“I know.”
“You know? What do you know?” Why can she sacrifice so much for that man? Don’t want to look at me?
Ceres Taylor was a little overwhelmed by his sudden anger, and then saw him glaring at her, slamming the phone back, turning around and leaving without looking back.
Seeing his figure disappear in sight, Ceres Taylor slowly put down the phone and returned to the narrow prison.
I may feel sorry and unwilling, but he would be better if he woke up. Her original intention of doing all this is to hope that he is OK? In this way, her efforts were not in vain.
Sitting on the cold iron bed, there was thunder and lightning outside. Ceres Taylor hugged herself tightly against the corner of the wall, and looked at the ground with dull eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
The light came out of the small window as if it were within reach, but it would break when touched.
Is it really worth it? There are few people who care about her in her life. Ben is almost the whole world of her. She is only in prison. She can still go out if she is not dead.
Now that Ben is awake, she should not expect too much.
It’s just that it’s really hard to live in such a dark day. She wants to see Ben, even if he doesn’t remember her anymore, even if she just sneaks a look at him somewhere he can’t see.
A few days later, in the evening, I received a call from the prison, saying that Ceres Taylor had a serious fever and the situation was complicated.
I immediately rushed to her overnight. These days, I have been controlling myself not to see her. Unexpectedly, something like this happened.
Everyone inside also knows that I care about Ceres Taylor, and that her treatment will be more or less better. They also offered to arrange a better prison for Ceres Taylor, but I refused.
Because I think Ceres Taylor is not willing to come to me, why should I do good for her behind my back?
But now I regret seeing her unconscious.
I sent her to the hospital at the first time. During her examination, I went to prison to do what I always wanted to do.
Spend some money to buy her freedom.
I don’t know if she will thank me when she wakes up, but I really don’t have the heart to see her like this. The real pain is me.
She has a 40 degree fever. I don’t know how she made herself look like this.
I raised my hand and touched her forehead. Looking at her small face, she seemed thinner than my palm.
I have never taken care of anyone like this before, and still a ungrateful woman. If I met such a woman before, I would not even look at her. I always look for those who are willing to stick to me, because I don’t want to spend time playing emotional games with little girls.
Until I met her, I really just had a playful attitude at the beginning. Until she had a boyfriend, I still had no idea of giving up all this. Now I don’t know why this woman always occupied my heart.
Sometimes I really feel that she is so silly that I feel distressed. Why should I sacrifice my life for a vegetable to take the blame for my sister?
What makes me angry is that she is short of money and would rather take the blame than go to jail. In her eyes, she doesn’t like me so much?
Am I more terrible than prison?