"We go." Tom Hulce wrapped his arms around Mary Wickes' waist, constantly comforting her, but his hand on her back seemed in constant pain.
A hand pulled the corner of his shirt back, and he turned to see a pair of sad eyes.
He pursed his lips slightly, not saying a word.
"Tom, I'm in pain." Mary Wickes, crouched in his lap, said pitifully. Tom Hulce's eyes narrowed a little, remembering the other slap his arm used to let go of Demi Moore's hand.
"We don't have a relationship anymore." Letting go of her hand, he said ultimately, once again turned around and decided to leave.
Demi Moore's hand was still in the air, she moved her lips, but there was no sound.
The first time he pushed her away, she lost the baby, and this time went away, she lost her family.
She stared at their silhouettes, slowly turned around, and walked toward the house that no longer belonged to her. That's right, after today, that place won't be her home anymore.Her family did not have one.
She opened the door to go in; a letter was falling from the gap in the door; she picked it up and held it in her hand but did not look at it once. There was only silence in the room now; everything was the same as two days ago; even the black underwear was still on the floor, making her heart feel like many knives were stabbing it.
They didn't come back either; she lost the baby for two days, was in a coma for two days, don't know where they were. Endless love? She lowered her head and breathed softly, seemingly unable to do anything other than this instinct.
She sat on the sofa, placed the letter on the table, and opened it, her fingers trembling a little. Inside was a divorce paper; the southern part was signed very well, and the handwriting was like a dragon flying and dancing; at this time, it was hurting her eyes again.
Holding the pen in her hand, she wanted to put it down a few times, but in the end, she still regretted it; she regretted it a lot; what to do now? She stood up, looking back at where she had been for two years, but now it was no longer her home. Opening the bedroom door, it was a mess inside, the bed was wrinkled and rumpled, but she also just stood and watched, not intending to clean it up.
'It's filthy.' She twitched her lips, but there was no voice.
She went in and took some clothes from the drawer, except for the clothes; she didn't want to bring anything else; everything in this place will not be hers.
Returning to the living room, she sat on the sofa, picked up the pen again, and signed it with trembling hands, making her signature extremely unsightly, different from the man's signature. She let go of the cell and looked at the ring she was wearing on her finger; her eyelashes blinked, and a tear welled up and fell on her finger.
No matter what nostalgia, more nostalgia will also change a turn of his head; he does not love her, does not love. Using force to remove the ring, the finger was painful, and a deep red line appeared. She never told him that her wedding ring was too small, which was very painful to wear, but she still wore it for two years… Putting the ring on the table, she stood up, looked at this place one last time, after she took her suitcase and went out.
She has no relatives because she is an orphan, so she does not need other people to comfort her. Of course, there was also no one to comfort her… Closing her eyes, the wind outside sometimes blew on her face, drying her tears quickly; the divorce agreement said that this house would belong to her, he was generous, but she didn't want to dare to desire.
It takes courage to leave, even if it's just a turnaround. She went very fast, her heart ached a lot, but she couldn't care less about it, hurt, will it be too painful to feel pain anymore?
Putting down her suitcase, she sat on a stone bench by the roadside. The world is so big, but is there a hiding place for her? One night she hugged herself, her only friend was a suitcase on the street, the lights were on all night, and she didn't sleep all night.
Trying to pull her suitcase, she stood under an old, dilapidated house that seemed likely to collapse at any moment. Although it's a bit old, this place should be liveable, the rent is meager, and now she can only afford to rent it.
Most importantly, this place is far from the Hulce family.
She looked up at the dilapidated room. Sure enough, the inside was worse than the outside, but it was still livable, and it was better to be old than unclean. She likes cleanliness, determined not to stay in a dirty place.
From now on, she will be alone in this place, eating, sleeping, and crying. She has no relatives or friends, only a small suitcase with a few clothes; this is all her possessions; it seems the world is hers. Is this the beginning, or is it the end?She has been here for many days and intends to stay; although it is ancient, it is pretty quiet, and usually, there is not much noise. She found a job as a translator. She used to do this too, but before, it was to kill time; now, it's to make a living. Fortunately, she still has this job, or she will die. She still wanted to live, no matter how painful that life was.She wanted to see the world a little bit, see if it could get any darker, or instead, she was still trying to find some light in the dark, waiting for dawn to come, but it seemed she wouldn't get this chance.
This evening, without wind or rain, Demi Moore sat by the window, holding a cup of tea in her hand; the heat from the tea warmed her hands but did not warm her heart. The cold air was melting her heart, finally, into a bottomless abyss.
Whoever's heart has begun to become cold as ice may not be able to warm again.
Tom Hulce rubbed his eyelids and went inside; he frowned a little; the darkness inside made him not know how to go; he didn't like the dark like that. Turning on the light, too much light made him squint his eyes and slightly purse his lips, obviously a little unhappy.He loosened his tie and sat down on the sofa."Demi, get me a glass of water." As he spoke these words, his fingers stiffened again; Demi, which was his wife's name.
He forgot about his divorce and that he was alone in this house. Bowing his head, he saw the divorce agreement on the table; two signatures were on the paper, so now they were no longer husband and wife.
When did she sign, and why did she sign so quickly? Shouldn't she be noisy or cry? How could he let go of her so fast? He also thought she would disagree, go mad to question him, maybe even cry and beg him… But all was not there, not even one thing; he didn't see her.
Divorce is not what you want; why is it so dazzling when looking at that signature? There is also an inexplicable loss in your heart; squinting your eyes, you take out cigarette leaves, one after another, the puff of smoke that blurs his face, even his heart.
He slammed his hand on the table, feeling a bit of pain when the finger was stabbed, he raised his hand, and his pupils shrank a little, staring at the ring on the table. Slightly smirking, he took it; his ring had not been worn for a long time because he didn't want Mary Wickes to be sad, always deliberately forgetting that he was married. But why did he think of all the previous things when he saw this ring?
The girl with a pure mint smile just walked out of his life. Didn't he still want to? Why did he suddenly feel nostalgic?
Cherish what, a nanny or a servant, or something else?
Loving the damn thing, he threw the ring out of his hand with all his strength, without making a sound, only seeing a small light flash and then fall; these two years of marriage had finally come to a point, Just like that ray of light that just lost, it will never come back.
Room is not needed, suitable, money is not required, excellent, Demi Moore, she is solid! He crumpled the divorce papers and smiled coldly. He wants to see how a person without relatives, without friends, will live; she will have to come back and beg him, saying that she did it to make him feel guilty, and she will pretend to be pitiful to make him agree, but unfortunately for her, he wouldn't.
Otherwise, how could he live so many years in this cruel marketplace?
His eyes were still staring at where the ring fell, not wanting to leave for a long time.
In the morning, sunlight penetrated through the pale blue window blinds and spread into the room, illuminating everything, including the black lingerie. It's been so many days; there's no female owner to clean it; it's still lying there, seemingly laughing at something.
Tom Hulce opened his eyes bewildered, rubbed his temples, and felt a slight headache. Since when did the bed he had slept in for more than two years become so complicated?
"Demi, what time is it? Why don't you call me?" He sat up; the voice that had just woken up was a bit hoarse, but after waiting a long time, no one still answered."Demi." He called again, an unhappy look on his face. It wasn't until he stood up, the crumpled paper on the table stopped at the bottom of his eyes, that his body trembled a little. He forgot he was divorced; the girl named Demi Moore was now only his previous wife; of course, he couldn't appear in this.He discovers that his life is beginning to fall into disarray. He entered the room. Still, a mess on the bed, squinting his eyes, his heart suddenly felt highly uncomfortable; the other day, they made love right here; Demi Moore saw him with her own eyes, betraying her, betrayal too dirty."Damned." For that incident, he still feels highly regretful to this day; if he knew that she would suddenly enter, he would not bring Mary Wickes here; if he knew that she would suddenly return, he would not let her see things like that
Tom Hulce was silent for a moment, extremely conflicted with this suggestion."Go to the hotel." Indifferently said, his eyes narrowed a little, decided not to bring her where she wanted, where there was currently no one there; if she wanted to go, not now, wait for him to find someone to do it, maybe, then she could go."Alright." Mary Wickes had to respond, but the expression on her face when he wasn't paying attention was a little cooler. Going to a hotel, she is still a mistress, but if she stays at his house, she will be closer to her goal. But now is not the time; she still needs time; now that there is no other person between them, can this relationship be made public? Honey, you've been doing it for too long.And how could she satisfy just being his mistress?The two turned around and walked into a five-star hotel, not realizing that a person was still watching their silhouettes until they could no longer see them, only to regain their sorrowful gazes. This is the difference
Under the pale light, a patch of light seemed to surround them; she gently fluttered her eyelashes, feeling that the man's hair was not pure black but mixed with a bit of pale tan; there was even a little gold.She shook her head, probably because of the light.She stood up, a little awkwardly looking at the man's pants. She was also married, the male body is not unseen, but this man is strange."Cold… So cold…" The man occasionally let out a soft groan.Demi Moore sighed, removed the towel, closed her eyes, removed the man's pants, and quickly wiped the rainwater from his lap. She couldn't help but see the other thing but didn't think much of it, hoping to help ease his discomfort.When it was all done, she discovered that this place had no clothes for him to wear, so she had to get a clean blanket for him to put on. He hugged the blanket tightly, seemingly enjoying the sudden warmth; even from his face, she could see a satisfied smile.That's fine; Demi Moore helped him to the bed w
The sky was gradually getting brighter, the rain washed the air, and it was refreshing. Demi Moore opened her eyes slightly, not too fond of this sudden light; reason told her it was time to get out of bed.But she was tired, turned around, closed her eyes again, and wanted to sleep a little more, but she knew there was more work to be done, or else she would have to eat air.Suddenly she opened her eyes wide, seeming to remember something, quickly looked to the other side of the bed, saw a face close to her, a pair of pale blue eyes staring at her, this was a man she picked it up last night.The man calmly looked at her; he didn't know when to wake up and didn't know how long he had looked at her; his blue eyes were like a dark lake, immaculate and clear, unlike the eyes of a man. Looking at the woman, it was more like the eyes of a child looking at an elder."Older sister." The mature voice carried a slight hoarseness when saying this word made Demi Moore dumbfounded for a moment; w
Right now, his intellect is not complete, just like a child.The man standing next to Demi Moore, strangely looking at her movements, his feet slightly forward; he narrowed his eyes, staring at the computer screen."Floatation……" The man twitched his lips, speaking with standard English intonation; Demi Moore turned around, a little strange in her eyes. Is he literate?She typed a line of words on the screen; the man nodded once. "I know, I know all these words." The man spoke very softly. But it's also confusing; since when do you know? He remembers learning many words in his hazy consciousness, not just these words. He couldn't remember anything."So, do you know what your name is?" Demi Moore tries to type one more sentence; the man tilts his head a little; name, name? He already needed to remember. Shaking his head for the things he didn't know before, he only started to remember when he was on the road, penniless, didn't understand anything, and almost died on that rainy day. If
A fool, no matter how handsome they think, no one dares to like him.Being handsome can't be turned into food; a young, handsome man with a lot of money is the one woman always wants.That's why the first look of awe and admiration turned into agreement and ridicule. What a pity; such a beautiful face belongs to an idiot.Demi Moore held Ace's hand a little tighter; she gave a bitter smile; everyone has to make it so obvious. She didn't want to take Ace out again so that he would be subjected to these sarcastic approving glances; her heart ached, like being pricked by a needle, gently stabbing a little bit back a little bit.Demi Moore looked at Ace, only to see him pursing his lips, his handsome face turned cold. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back of the store; she only had enough money to buy things there.The shopkeepers looked indifferent; seeing the clothes was enough to know that they were just ordinary people who couldn't buy anything expensive; Demi Moore didn't e
Because she changed, changed a lot.It wasn't until his powerful gaze left Demi Moore that she relaxed a bit; a layer of sweat appeared in her palms, gently blinking her eyes; her eyes were a little ecstatic.She doesn't know whether to feel lucky or disappointed; he doesn't recognize her. Is this their marriage, more than two years?It turns out that if there is no marriage, from beginning to end, they are just strangers.The corners of her lips curled up in a slight smile, but it was more unsightly than crying.With a 'bang' sound, the locker room door was forced open; in the space, there was only elegant soft music; this noise was broken but not easy to hear. Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound."Ah..." Ace smiled lightly, grabbing a bit of his hair. But he shyly stomped his feet a little, still wearing his old shoes, which felt very uncomfortable.Demi Moore put her clothes aside and took out a pair of shoes right next to her, looking very simple. She pulled Ace down
Debt to him she had to pay with the most precious thing; later on, they would no longer have any relationship.Her life is perfect; although she earns little money, it is enough. Furthermore, now she has a younger brother…She had a relative.From the moment she picked him up, considering him a relative, she promised to protect him and take good care of people who couldn't bear to live alone, no longer remembering anything about this past.Ace… she looked ahead; her eyes were mainly determined.When she got home, Demi Moore put the things she bought in her bedroom and reminded Ace to shower.There was one more important thing they had to do later.The two just ate, rested, and then went to the hospital immediately. Demi Moore wants to know what happened to Ace in the end. Is it natural or unintentional?In the hospital, the doctor kept asking Ace a lot of questions."Okay." He nodded, closed the case, and turned to look at Demi Moore."Miss Moore, through the preliminary diagnosis, I