Everett wouldn’t go, so Jasper took me to the hospital.
For twenty hours of the day, I was on fluids and all kinds of medications, I was exhausted and the liveliness in my body disappeared little by little.
Several times, I’ve seen Jasper turn his back and secretly shed a tear, but when he turns around, he smiles back at me and says, “After you finish this medicine today, I’ll reward you tomorrow with a piece of orange candy, your favorite when you were a kid.”
I laughed back, helplessly, “I didn’t love it when I was a kid, but I wanted to steal it from you, in fact, that candy was all saccharin flavored and inferior. I haven’t eaten it for a long time.”
He glared at me without a good mood and gasped, “You still say that, you used to come and grab it as soon as my family bought it, I didn’t even eat a few pieces! I’ll go buy a pocketful in a while, if you don’t eat it, I’ll eat it myself!”
As he spoke, his voice began to choke again. Quickly turning his head, he excused himself and said, “I’ll go check on the other patients, stay by yourself and don’t run around.” Saying that, he walked out with hurried footsteps.
I put away my smile. Glancing at the IV bottle above my head, I then dryly removed the needle and headed out the door.
Willow Lane’s Steakhouse, I’ve been wanting it for a long time, Everett has had it, Juliana has had it, and I’m the only one who hasn’t had it yet.
Covering my stomach, I walked in and ordered a single steak.
Thinking of how many times I had brought it up and been rejected by Everett, I helplessly laughed bitterly in my heart when, at the time, it would have been better to come and eat it myself.
Now that my stomach is like this, even my sense of taste is affected, even if I eat it in my mouth, it tastes like chewing wax, and I can’t taste the original flavor of the steak anymore.
Pity.
After the steak, I went home and, with all my strength, moved under the bed, where, in the last six months, there was a whole bottle of sleeping pills that I had saved up.
I was the one who told Jasper that I was having trouble sleeping and begged him to prescribe it for me, tiny white pills, one lying in the palm of my hand, and I glanced again at the wedding picture that I had crushed in the bottom of my box.
Everett, still gazing deeply at me, the last memory, there is such a picture quite good, I do not hesitate, swallowed the pill in hand.
“Bang-” whoever it was, kicked in the door.
Then a figure came swooping towards me, his face pale and disoriented, his eyes full of despair, and his mouth screaming my name. “Isadora–”
It’s Everett.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the strength to respond to him anymore.
I slowly, collapsed and closed my eyes.
Goodbye, Everett.