God knows

"Ann, be careful."

I was on guard when she said that, but if she didn't remind me, I don't think it has anything to do with me.

Camille slapped Cynthia, and I jumped forward to block it under Phoenix's reminder, but this block made the slap land on my cheek instead.

Thank you, Phoenix.

"Who allowed you to walk away?" I was pushed aside, and Camille ignored me and shouted at Cynthia.

"Haven't you ever run away from problems?" Cynthia yelled back, "You just have better reasons—work, life—that makes you more reasonable and less hurtful?"

"I didn't work for us to live? I didn't work for you to give you a better future?" She screamed, losing her original elegance and calmness, "You turn around and blame me for this, don't you think you asked for me Is there too much?"

"I'd rather not have a better life." Cynthia stretched out her hand to pull the suitcase, her posture was full of determination, but her voice was crying, "I just want you to accompany me, is that asking too much?"

I was pushed on the shoe cabinet, watching them quarreling helplessly, while Phoenix stood next to them, watching the battle quietly.This picture is very strange. I think Phoenix is ​​too used to being invisible to people, so she doesn't care about the distance at all-she is too close to the two quarreling people.

"It's easier said than done, you don't understand how everything we have is built." Camille snorted and concluded.

"You think you're right again, and you're just ignoring what I'm saying!" Cynthia screamed, "I'm really leaving, I don't feel like I'm important, anyway, you have a job, If there is achievement, then everything is enough, so why leave me with many burdens?"

Cynthia was about to leave, but Camille reached out to grab the suitcase she was dragging, so the two stalemate.

I watched Finnis look down at the suitcase stuck in the air, and thought I'd actually laugh out loud if I hadn't been in the altercation.

"Excuse me…"

I opened my mouth and saw Camille glaring at me.

"Shut up, it's none of your business."

"Please, Andy is better at listening than you, you really have no right to scold her." Cynthia sneered, grabbing the gap.

"Hey, wait, shut up, okay?"

I yelled, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender.

They both turned to look at me.

"Surprise and outrage," Phoenix reminded me.

"Do you know what you're arguing about?"

"Nonsense, how could we not know." Camille rolled her eyes at me.

"Be more angry, she thinks you are mentally retarded." Phoenix said.

Hey, don't tell me that.

"You heard it, but do you know it, do you understand it?"

She fell silent, thinking about my words.

"She said she felt lonely and wanted you to accompany her, did you hear that?"

"Yes... yes..."

"Is it so difficult to accompany her? Why don't you listen to her?"

"Shocked," Phoenix said, looking away from Camille to Cynthia. "She feels triumphant."

"You too." I turned to Cynthia, whose smile quickly slipped from his face, "Did you hear what she said? Did you listen and understand?"

"I...I...Ann't you supposed to be on my side...?"

"I'm on your side and you have to be reasonable!" I said, tilting my head, "Did you hear that she worked so hard for you. You said that Camille needs to achieve, to climb high and see It’s far away, but did you hear it? It’s because of you in the end.”

Cynthia's expression seemed to be slapped by me.

I turned my head to Camille who was thinking again, "If it's for her, I have to make her feel, let my lover be lonely, it's embarrassing, you know that?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck in her throat, and finally she just nodded.

"Shame." Phoenix looked back and fixed his eyes on me, "both of them."

"Listen to each other from now on, is it possible?" I asked softly, feeling like a primary school teacher.

They nodded quietly, with expressions of doing something wrong.

"Okay, let's make a conclusion by ourselves." I ordered.

"Awkward."

said Phoenix, so I put down the bag with Cynthia's shoes in it and headed for the stairwell.

Part of me was worried that they would start arguing again once they left, but I thought that two grown women just had blind spots about this relationship, and they shouldn't be so unreasonable after being pointed out.

As I went downstairs, I heard the sound of them working together to carry the suitcase back into the house.

"I think you saved another relationship."

Phoenix looked up in the direction of their home as we stepped onto the road, and turned to tell me.With her feeling, I knew the ending of a story that I couldn't witness.

"I think so."

"You are too confident." Phoenix complained to me, walking beside me with a calm face, not at all like someone who just witnessed a quarrel.

"I'm not confident, but I have confidence in you."

I said, trying not to show too much expression to her.

"I believe what you said about true love."

Phoenix said that she could see the arrows, and that the arrows she had given to the two men were still there.

Cynthia was really persuaded by me to leave home, and if I didn't make it right tonight, maybe I would really break up this couple.But I too believe that two people who have intersected should not be separated like this. If they love each other, they will not leave each other easily.

But I didn't realize how weird it would be if the two sentences I said escaped the plot of Cupid.

Phoenix didn't look at me and went his own way.

In a chaotic sleep I thought of Laura.

It was a comic character whose life was a tragedy.I don't know why I thought of this character, maybe it's because the pain she has to endure doesn't match her apparent age, maybe it's because she's cold but still warm, maybe it's because she makes me feel pity.

Laura is the protagonist of the X-23 comics, a replica of Wolverine, who was raised like an experimental product and like a beast.There is no conscience and no warmth in her life. I remember that when I read her story, I was so sad that I almost cried.Who will cry when watching beautiful comics?I've never mentioned this to anyone.

It’s just that I have always believed that the characters in comics exist in reality. What really impresses me about Laura is that I can’t see people in such situations and such misery in real life, so this kind of realism beyond my ability makes me deeply intimidated.

I think about the excitement...

…because now in my reality, there are people in a similar situation to Laura.

Phoenix.

"Phoenix!"

I sat up and pressed my forehead, turning my head to look out the window almost out of habit.

Of course, it is impossible for Phoenix to stay at my window late at night when he has to work.I looked at a dark sky, looked at the half-opened window, hooked a lonely shape.

"install."

Hearing my name called in that familiar accent, pronouncing it beautifully with just one syllable.

I turned my head and saw Phoenix sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, his sky blue eyes twinkling like stars in the darkness.