"Daphne, there must be a limit to your temper. This time, your trick was very professional but it was still a failure."
"I'm already tired from working every day, do I have to play suicide games with you once a month? When did you become so immature?"
"Believe it or not, even if you do die it won't stop me from mass-producing blue fireworks. It doesn't matter if you don't support me, there will always be people who do."
After he finished speaking, the phone pierced through my empty body and hit the urn on the passenger seat.
I looked at his all-too-familiar profile and could not help but shed tears.
Believe it, how could he not believe it?
I was truly dead.
The urn was casually thrown by him into his laboratory, and the spilled ashes were mixed with a pile of gunpowder powder.
He immersed himself in the work of fireworks design that he had no time to take care of me.
I looked at the countdown to the fireworks show on the wall, which showed that it would be tomorrow.
Calix rushed to finish the work, and in the end, he even used the gunpowder mixed with ashes without a care.
Now I was a ghost. I desperately shouted to stop it, but it was all in vain.
After putting in a lot of hard work, the man carefully wrote the name of this fireworks box: Serena.
At this moment, the phone displayed an incoming call with a name of Serena.
A familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone. "Calix, when will you be back for dinner? The food is getting cold."
Calix looked at the fireworks on the table with satisfaction and answered, "I'll go home now."
This heartwarming home conversation made me forget myself that I was Calix's wife who had been married for seven years, but in name only!
They lived like husband and wife, but my ashes were turned into fireworks to witness their happiness!
For a moment, dark aura was emanating from my broken body.
The next day, as soon as it turned dark, Calix's car stopped at the seaside.
In the distance, blue sparks streamed down like broken stars.
Another cluster of blue fireworks rose into the sky, forming the word "Serena" in the dark night sky.
It turned out that the fireworks that he made overnight were a special gift for his childhood sweetheart, Serena.
The salty and humid sea breeze penetrated my empty body, carrying away my tears and turning them into sea water.
I finally became a bystander in this world, peeping at other people's happiness.