FAZER LOGINVeronica had lost a lot of weight. The poise she once had seemed to have been worn away in the last two years. When I didn't turn on my heel and walk away, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "How have you been?""Pretty good."Veronica gazed at me, as if she couldn't quite believe it. "Are you really doing well?" "I am."The wind blew in from the end of the street, stirring the fallen leaves scattered across the ground. She was silent for a long time before uttering, "I used to think you would never really leave. I thought that no matter what I did, you'd always stay put."I listened and didn't respond, because she was right. The old me was indeed far too forgiving. However, those days were over. Veronica lowered her head and rasped out, "Is there really no chance for us anymore?"I looked at her. "It's too late."She seemed to have expected that answer, but she still froze for a moment. It took her a long while before she nodded. "I know."She paused for
Two years later, Julian and I returned home. When the plane touched down, it was still bright outside. The familiar city slowly spread out before me. I sat in my seat and looked out the window for a long time. I no longer felt suffocated like I had when I left, nor was I feeling as uneasy as I had imagined I would be. I simply felt calm. It was as if I had taken a long, winding detour, only to finally find myself back where I started. Sophia was already waiting at the airport exit. She didn't bring flowers or arrange an elaborate welcome; she simply took our luggage and handed us hot drinks. "How was the flight?"Julian clutched his cup and murmured, "Thank you."She smiled and casually opened the car door for us. Sophia didn't bring up the past in the car. She merely told us that she'd already arranged a place for us to stay, and it was close to both the hospital and the company. If we didn't like it there, we could move. There was no rush. I sat in the back seat, watchi
After receiving a full year of treatment abroad, Julian's condition finally stabilized. He still needed to continue with rehabilitation, and he still couldn't walk normally. However, he no longer woke up with a start in the middle of the night, and he no longer trembled whenever he heard certain names. On the day of his follow-up appointment, the doctor closed his medical chart and told me, "His body will heal in time, and so will his mind." I sat in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been stretched thin all year. I could never sleep soundly the night before every follow-up appointment.Whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, I would check on Julian to make sure his breathing was steady, his forehead wasn't too warm, and he had taken his medication on the nightstand on time. Later, when he was gradually able to take care of some things on his own, I started taking on remote work. It didn't pay much, but at least we no longer had to rely solely on the money l
Initially, I thought that once Veronica couldn't find me, she would eventually give up as time went by. However, I had underestimated her. One day, when I returned from the drugstore with a bag of medication and reached the door of the hospital room, I saw someone outside. The woman wore a black coat, though she had lost a considerable amount of weight. I stopped in my tracks. Veronica spotted me as well. Before I could part my lips, Julian went as white as a sheet on the hospital bed. His fingers abruptly tightened around the edge of his blanket. His breathing became ragged, and his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably. I hurried over, set the medicine down on the cabinet, and stepped directly in front of the hospital bed to shield him. "What are you doing here?" Veronica looked at me, and her Adam's apple bobbed. "I came to pay you a visit.""Now that you've seen us, you can leave." But she didn't budge. Her gaze sailed past me and landed on Julian's face. Julian
During my first month abroad, I hardly had a full night's sleep. Julian's condition was worse than the doctors had expected. During the day, he seemed relatively calm, but at night, problems always arose. Sometimes, he would cry with his eyes closed, repeating the same words. "It's not my brother... It's not my brother..." I sat by his bedside, holding his hand and repeatedly calling his name. Yet, no matter what I did, I couldn't wake him. During the day, I accompanied him through his checkups, and at night, I kept watch over him. I was afraid to waste even a minute to wash my face. When we first arrived abroad, I wasn't fluent enough in the local language to navigate the hospital on my own. The medical terminology was the hardest part. When the doctors spoke too quickly, I could only listen and take notes. Then, I'd go back and look everything up one word at a time. Once, after a consultation ended, I sat on a bench in the corridor with a stack of documents in my arms.
When Veronica arrived at the hospital, no one was in the hospital room. The nurse looked up at her. "You're too late. The patient's family just finished the paperwork, and the patient has been transferred to another hospital." "Where was he transferred?" "I'm afraid I can't disclose that."Veronica stood at the threshold, her expression slowly darkened. She pulled out her phone and called me. However, all that came through was the automated response. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." Veronica then went to the place where I had lived. My landlord was crouching by the door, sorting vegetables. When she asked about me, he didn't even look up. "He already moved out. He already turned in the keys. He didn't even have time to ask for the deposit back, and he left in a rush."Veronica stood outside that door for a long time without saying a single word. …The storm didn't die down just because I had left. Initially, the internet was filled with criticism







