- 20.
Actually, while Shane was hospitalized, I went
home to visit Grandma.
The little old lady seemed to be doing well.
A few elderly women from the community, all
toothless, were chatting at home, looking
happy.
Only when the ladies accidentally mentioned
their granddaughters would they suddenly fall
silent.
Grandma didn’t remember anything; she
talked endlessly about how excellent her
obedient granddaughter was, how handsome
her granddaughter’s husband was.
I think it’s good that Grandma doesn’t
remember those things.
When I returned to the hospital, Shane was
packing his things.
He put his phone on the bedside table, took
off his valuables, and took my phone and a
letter from somewhere, avoiding the hospital’s
surveillance cameras, and went to the
underground parking garage.
I didn’t know what he was doing; I felt
something was wrong.
Seeing him sitting expressionlessly in the
driver’s seat, I immediately got in.
I shouted at him, “Shane, where are you
going? Why didn’t you take your phone or
valuables?”
He couldn’t hear me, just stepped on the gas
and sped off.
I felt anxious, watching him speed towards
the coastal highway.
Even though my favorite song was playing, it
couldn’t ease my anxiety.
This stupid man, was he going to commit
suicide?
drive into the
sea, he stopped the car.
I touched my still chest, letting out a long sigh
of relief.
“Jerk, you scared me, I thought you were
going to jump into the sea.”
Shane closed his eyes, took a deep breath,
then took out a lighter and lit the envelope on
the passenger seat.
“Holly, I’m sorry.”
“Holly, are you here? If there really are spirits,
please, accept my letter.”
The flames slowly rose, and a letter slowly
appeared in my hand, with the words ‘To
Holly‘ written on it.
