Chapter 123
I asked him that, even though I didn’t really want to know the answer.
I just wanted him to feel a fraction of the pain I once went through.
“Jonathan, you have no right to ask me that! Don’t you already know why I tried to kill myself by cutting my wrist?” I said sharply.
“I thought you were just throwing a tantrum,” he replied.
After a long pause, he said, “Elise, you’ve thrown many tantrums before, but you’ve never…”
“Exactly,” I interrupted with a bitter laugh. “In your eyes, I’m always just being dramatic. Every time, it was just me trying to get your attention. Even if I actually died, you’d still see it as nothing
more than another stunt, wouldn’t you?”
Jonathan said nothing and remained silent for a long while. It was as if he had never imagined
that I would really do something like this.
He held my face tightly, and I could feel the tension in his touch, along with the storm of emotions he was trying to suppress.
I had never seen him like this before.
Jonathan was always calm and controlled. He rarely let his emotions show. But in that moment, I caught a glimpse of a wild beast trapped inside him–ready to break free at any second.
Between us, only the heavy silence remained. The cold air was suffocating.
After a while, he finally said, “I’ll have the doctor come take a look at you.”
After saying that, he didn’t move an inch. He held my hand, staring intently at the wound on my wrist.
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