foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

I walked in the corridor, the light was still on, and the curtains were drawn so that I could not know what the weather was like.

The snow fell and stopped, and I smiled and put my arms around Edward's hand.Whispering with him, Edward looked very happy, and there was a hint of unconcealable longing in those golden eyes full of love.

"Chris, if you want to leave, you know, I won't agree to it." After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes angrily, and said, "I mean, you'd better figure out whether you want to leave. Carlisle said, human beings If my heart changes, I can’t coax it back.”

I quietly painted his face carefully with my eyes, and let him continue to say sad things unwillingly.He needs to say that he's done enough, always... loving behind his back.

"Chris..."

"ding—" the phone rang, and Edward and I just hid in the doctor's office in Carlisle.

Carlisle sent a message saying to check on Angela's condition, and disappeared secretly for a while.

It's Carlisle on the phone.

"Da Ge..." Angela's tired and weak voice and the slight electric sound came, "I'm sorry."

"What?" I was taken aback by her inexplicable words, and then came to my senses, thinking that she had remembered everything, even I couldn't deduce and guess the details.I smiled and replied bluntly: "Then you should apologize. What does your apology contain this time?"

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

"..." I held the phone, and heard her weak apology, and something in my heart drew out all the anger that had accumulated in my chest.

Then, I seemed to see through the layers of soil in the wall a skeleton in twisted and painful movements.That was a comrade-in-arms that I didn't know. I don't know if he has experienced more painful things, but I am so glad that I am not fighting alone.The predecessors are constantly creating miracles for us and countless younger generations. I am doing something very meaningful. As a human being, I am making the most correct decision in my opinion.

All the insults and ridicules dissipated, I opened my eyes again, and my sight was clear through the mirror on the whole wall. I saw Edward hugging me tightly behind me holding the mobile phone, and biting my neck lightly with his head buried. Nerves in the scalp are numb, and the whole body is weak.The picture on the mirror gradually disappeared, like the texture of water easily penetrated. On that side, I smelled the dry air, and the strong smell of blood made my stomach sick.

Da Ge was still wearing the tattered blue striped shirt, which was simple and capable. The collar was originally slightly torn, showing a little sex appeal.Now the dirty blood stained with dust made it extraordinarily embarrassing.

There was a faint smile on Da Ge's blood-losing pale face, the knife on his heart was hurting hard even as he breathed, any movement would cause excruciating pain to his limbs and bones.

Angela... No, it was Zhang Ke who was dazed with cold sweat on his face, holding the knife in both hands, not daring to retreat or continue, just staring blankly.

The hard knife was like the man's final mock, saying, "Look, look, the person you desperately want to save can bite you back in order not to be hurt."

I suddenly wanted to ask him if he had heard the story of the farmer and the snake.Everyone understands that good intentions do not necessarily lead to good deeds.

In the same way, being killed was also an expected result.It's just that I didn't think the probability of it was so high at the beginning, so it's actually okay.

Right?

"Sorry……"

who?Who is still saying this confession?

"I'm sorry...alive..."

What?Since I am going to die, why am I still alive...

It was really cold inside the wall, the concrete block fixed my uncomfortable posture, and the breathing space was taken away. I tried my best to cry out a few times for help, and my only consciousness gradually dissipated, and everything was stuffed in the wall. Everything ends in the wall.

I think of the butterflies on everyone's faces, the wings move whenever there is an emotion, whether it's ridicule or sadness.

Only Dage has no butterflies, and Zhang Ke also covered his face with the black swallowtail butterfly at the moment he decided to stab me.

It turned out that this is how I died.