I met my husband, a narc who disappeared two years ago. He doesn't remember me.
Chapter 14
I sniffled, wiping away my tears.
I lay down on the couch and covered my face with a pillow.
If I didn’t see, didn’t think, I wouldn’t be sad.
If I didn’t remember, didn’t look back, things would eventually pass.
I lay there for a while and soon fell asleep.
In my hazy sleep, Lucky seemed to be whining in my ear.
It seemed to be urgently licking the back of my hand. I wanted to open my eyes, but I felt incredibly sleepy.
Faint knocking sounds from outside the door. I couldn’t tell if it was reality or a dream.
In the air, a strange smell seemed to begin to permeate.
Until much later, the world suddenly became quiet again.
All the chaotic sounds in my ears vanished.
In my hazy state, I half-opened my eyes and thought I saw Liam sitting beside me.
His eyes were so gentle and moving, just like when he still loved me.
But I only caught a glimpse before his broad palm covered my eyes.
Everything vanished from my sight, and only his low, tender voice remained in my ears:
“Shhh, go back to sleep.”
I knew it was just a dream.
My Liam, he would never come to see me like this again.
I seemed to have slept for a very long time.
My body was alternately hot and cold, like I had a high fever.
In a daze, I seemed to have taken medicine, and a soft, cool towel was placed on my forehead.
The fluctuating heat and cold slowly receded, and a wave of exhaustion swept over me.
When I woke again, it was probably past midnight.
Silence all around.
I opened my eyes and actually saw Liam’s back.