Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

After leaving the hospital, Aimo broke up with Aina and went alone to find Steven's father Mario.Mario didn't call to notify himself of Steven's death, so he must have been heartbroken.

He first went to the hotel where Mario lived, but there was no one there, and then went to Steven's apartment to look for it.

Using the password that Steven told him to open the door, he opened the door of the apartment. The room was dark and gloomy, all the curtains were tightly closed, and there was a box at the door that Steven kept in the hospital, and Aymo dragged it into the living room.

A figure sat motionless on the sofa, looking at the curtains in the direction of Sydney Harbour, like a squatting sculpture.Aymo came in, he didn't respond.

Aymo turned on a dim light.

Under the light, Mario's expression was dull and his eye sockets were sunken. In one day, his flaxen hair all turned white, and he lost a lot of weight. He changed from a handsome middle-aged man to a drooping old man.

Aimo knew that Mario must have not slept, drank or eaten anything from last night to now. He did not disturb him, walked into the kitchen gently, cooked a pasta, and made a soup, and brought them to the tea table forward.

He silently sat beside Mario and held his dry hand.

After sitting for a long time, Mario finally started to cry like a child with his shoulders trembling and tears rolling down his face.

Aimo let Mario lean on his shoulder and wiped his snot and tears with a tissue.

After crying for a while, Mario's sobs slowly subsided. He held Aimo's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Son, Steven is sorry for you!"

"Mr. Bronte, he took the bullet for me!" Aymo replied softly.

"Son, his heart died with another person nine years ago... He came to you just to be that person's substitute. When life and death were at stake, he chose to go to another world to accompany another person, but Instead of staying in this world with you, I beg you to forgive him..."

"Mr. Bronte, thank you!"

"My child...forget about him!"

"I will never forget him." Aimo patted Mario on the back lightly, comforting softly: "You and I have a common love, and we will always be a family from now on!"

"Good boy, why is Steven willing to abandon you!" Mario shook Aimo's hand, weeping again...

By the time Mario finally calms down, the pasta is cold.

Aimo heated up the noodles and soup in the microwave and brought them out again.

"Mr. Bronte, have something to eat."

Mario shook his head: "My child, thank you, I can't eat it!"

"Mr. Bronte, you need to take care of your health. I don't know if Steven told you that he made a test-tube baby. After nine months, you will be a grandfather. Grandpa will teach the baby to play tennis in the future, okay?"

"Really?" There was a gleam of light in Mario's ashen eyes.

"it is true."

Aimo delivered the soup to Mario's outstretched hand, and opened all the curtains in the room with the remote control.

Aimo arranged for the Smiths to live here in the apartment, and stayed with Mario day and night, taking care of his life.

He tidied up the boxes that Mario had brought back from the hospital, and found that the "Heart of Crucifixion" that he had put in the interlayer of the box with his own hands was missing, and Mario had randomly stuffed some sundries used by Steven in the hospital in the interlayer.

In the days that followed, the earth was still spinning and the sun was rising as usual. After US President Trump accepted power, some people cheered, some people protested, and California even started to fight for independence. A week later, British Prime Minister Theresa May visited the United States and met with Trump President Trump jointly announced the fight against terrorism.

Aimo goes to work at the company on time every day, handles various affairs, spends a lot of time with Mario after get off work, and spends a lot of time comforting relatives and friends. In fact, he is comforting them.He arranges his work in an orderly manner and copes with life calmly. No one can see the sadness in his heart except the person who silently makes coffee for him.

Tiffany was so sad that she didn't have the mind to work. Seeing the president's indifferent appearance, her heart was inexplicably painful, and she felt that they must have known each other for not long enough, and the president didn't have enough affection for Steven.

Five days later, Mario took back Steven's ashes and handed them to Aymo.

Holding the black urn, Aymo walked out of the garage of his villa and walked towards the bay.He decided to store Steven's ashes on the yacht until his own death, and then let the children mix the ashes of the two and put them in the grave.

As he walked, he said to the urn: "Henry, I hope you don't think I'm old at that time, but my heart is young, and it's mixed with your ashes now."

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, the seagulls were circling low in the sky, and their cries were desolate and shrill, and the sea wind ruffled his hair. Against the wind, he boarded the yacht.

He came to the cloakroom next to the middle bedroom, where the beautiful clothes Steven brought for him were hanging. He remembered that there was a locker with a key next to the shoe cabinet. Steven had never opened it. He guessed it should be If it is empty, you can put the urn on the shelf of that cabinet. In the future, he will come here often, and put on women's clothes one by one to show the soul of his fiancé.

Pushing open the keyed cabinet door, he was stunned. There was a model in the cabinet, exactly the same figure as him, wearing a white wedding dress and covered in a transparent hood.On the upper shelf of the cabinet, there was a card.

He placed the urn on the shelf and opened the card:

"Dear Vincent, my husband, in the past few days when you promised me to marry me, my mood has been in the clouds of happiness, surrounded by sweet dreams. Every night I embrace you, I don't want to close my eyes, I always hope to breathe your breath every second. In the past, the time we lacked is too long, how much I love our present moment, how excitedly I look forward to our future...

My dear, I want to write you a love letter to tell you how much I love you, but my hands are used to writing code, but I don’t know how to write the words that express my deep love for you, you know that the first time I Fall in love with you when you look at your picture?Thank you for your pure and beautiful appearance, which led me to fall into a deep and vast soul; our first kiss under the morning sun has reappeared clearly in my dreams thousands of times, your chocolate-like sweet lips, let me Since then, I have been lingering in a fragrant love that blends my soul and body, and I never want to leave.

My dear, do you know that during the 8 years of separation, I hurt you every moment because you were missing a hand, hiding in a corner of the world and walking alone, more than 3000 days and nights, the tears I shed for you, Could fill a dry sea...

Thank fate for letting me meet you again!So, dear, how can I let you slip through my fingertips again in this life?Please forgive my recklessness, forgive me for harassing you in those simple and rude ways regardless of your feelings.In the past, you doted on me for many years, from now on, let me slowly warm you in my palm...

Dear, at this moment, I am looking forward to the future, looking forward to us holding hands, standing on the seashore where the sea and sky are the same color, watching four children chasing and playing on the golden sandy beach surrounded by white gulls...

Vincent, the time is quiet and the wedding is not far away. Your Henry is looking forward to changing his surname to your surname and forming the most perfect family with you.

Vincent, I wrote this randomly, I hope you can read it before you put on your wedding dress, understand how much I love you, and be the happiest and most beautiful groom in the world.

Kiss, my baby!

Love you Henry"

Aymo's eyes were covered with mist, and the words slowly blurred. He gently closed the card and stood it beside the urn.

Taking a deep breath, he turned the model to himself. The wedding dress was beautiful and simple, with bare shoulders and chest-length lace on the upper body, layers of tulle under the waist, a veil, a diamond necklace, and a pair of matching lace gloves , a pair of crystal high heels, and a set of bra and underwear.

He went to take a shower, dried his hair, took out the makeup box, put on makeup, sprayed on perfume, and then came back, put on underwear, wedding dress, crystal shoes, veil, everything was tidied up, he faced the air He made a gesture in dumb language: "Henry, your groom is here!" Kui Kui walked to the mirror.

The person in the mirror has a slim figure and a beautiful face, and the white wedding dress makes him noble and pure, like an angel!

Aimo approached the mirror and raised his hands to form a pattern of love. His eyes pierced through the center of the heart, and he stared blankly at the mirror. Slowly, the center of his heart came alive. He saw a shirtless boy with flaxen hair shyly Standing in front of him, he was drenched with wine; he saw a boy with a silly expression, following the swaying branches, and opened his arms to wait for the person on the tree to fall; he saw a lively and lovely boy, holding a flash Holding the mobile phone "You are different because of the world today, and the world will be different because of you tomorrow", he smiled to himself: he saw a handsome boy sleeping soundly beside his pillow, his face covered by the morning sun.

Boys grow into men.

He saw the man standing naked in front of his gun, stammering that he was an undercover agent; he saw the man suddenly appear behind the podium of the World Economic Forum, calling a distant and familiar name to himself; He saw a man hugging himself from behind at the door of an apartment that was exactly the same as London, and told about the accumulated lovesickness; he saw the man breaking into his bedroom late at night, warming his lonely heart with his body; he saw the man rushing into the bomb The cab of the car, drive the car farther away from me...

"Vincent, you are so beautiful!" In the mirror, Aimo saw Steven wearing a handsome wedding dress, standing behind him smiling, with a pair of blue eyes, containing deep tenderness like the sea.

"Henry, you are handsome too!"

Aimo smiled coquettishly, turned around, and wanted to throw himself into the arms of his groom, but there was nothing in front of him, and there was Steven's silent urn on the shelf a few meters away.

Aymo stared blankly at the dark box, leaned back, and leaned against the mirror weakly, tears gushing out.

The bridegroom he waits for will not come again...