By seven in the evening, he still had not returned. My phone vibrated at this time. "Isla, I have an urgent mission and can’t get back in time."
Urgent mission, huh?
An image of Violet’s alluring figure flashed in my mind. No doubt. They must be busy turning things around.
"It’s okay. Your mission is more important."
"I’ll make it up to you when I come back. We didn’t get to enjoy our anniversary last time. Let’s ask for leave and travel together."
Make it up for me? Once he learned that I was "dead", I wondered what he would think about how to make up for me.
I began packing my luggage.
The house was full of memories, including photos of us smiling side by side, the sofa where we spent time together watching movies and even the vase he had once bought for me...
I used to believe these things would be with me for the rest of my life, but now, they were nothing but bitter reminders.
Since Evan claimed to love me, I decided to leave these memories behind and let him suffer. Let him be tortured by guilt every day as he looked at our photos and apologized over and over again.
The car arrived to take me away and the driver handed me my new ID. Sure thing, I accepted it without hesitation, without a glance back.
At exactly nine, a massive explosion erupted at the base hospital.
Sirens screamed through the air and panic spread like wildfire as people rushed toward the scene. Among the crowd, Evan and Violet stood there.
His face was drained of all color as he shouted my name over and over again. Violet reached out to comfort him, but he shoved her away so forcefully.
"Isla! You must wait for me!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, but the only answer was the crackling fire and the cold.
By then, I was far away, embarking on a new journey.
Evan, I hope you enjoy your life with your love and guilt forever.
