Chapter 5 Last Goodbye

I stared at the phone screen until it went dark.

I wanted to smile, but my tears fell onto the back of my hand first.

'Let this be the last time I cry for the foolish version of myself that had loved him for the past five years,' I thought to myself.

Then, I set my phone down. Using the faint glow of the screen, I tore off a strip from the bedsheet and tied it tightly above the wound on my calf to slow the bleeding.

Then, I took a deep breath before gritting my teeth as I grabbed the shard of glass stuck in my flesh and yanked it out.

A broken sound escaped my throat.

Agonizing pain exploded through my brain, and blood gushed from the wound.

The pain was so intense that I nearly blacked out. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, barely managing to stay conscious.

Using the rest of the torn bedsheet, I clumsily wrapped the wound before supporting myself against the wall and limping out of the room.

The hallway was pitch black, and the elevators had stopped working.

I did not know how I managed to make my way from the sixth floor down the emergency staircase to the lobby. I only remembered that with every step I took, another glaringly bright bloody footprint was left behind.

The front desk staff turned pale the moment she saw me covered in blood. She immediately brought over a first-aid kit to bandage the wound as best she could. Then, the hotel's security staff braved the storm and drove me to the nearest hospital.

The emergency room was overflowing with patients. Without using any anesthesia, the doctor cleaned my wound and stitched it up.

The needle pierced through flesh again and again, but I somehow barely felt the pain.

While waiting for the stitches, I took out my phone.

Ten minutes earlier, Serene had posted a new post.

The photo showed a cozy living room lit by several scented candles, and James' large hand was wrapped tightly around Serene's much smaller one.

The caption read, "Candlelight on a stormy night with the one who makes me feel safest."

I looked at the photo calmly and saved a screenshot. After that, I opened my chat with James and sent him a message.

"Let's break up. You're free now."

After sending it, I blocked every way he could contact me. Then, I erased every trace of him from all of my social media accounts.

When the stitches were finished, I declined the nurse's suggestion that I stay in the hospital for observation.

The following afternoon, the hurricane weakened.

Dragging my injured leg behind me, I took a taxi to the airport and boarded my flight to Bluming Town.

'Goodbye, James. Let's never meet again,' I thought.