Chapter 3
The year my parents died in a car accident, I developed severe depression.
I once tried to commit suicide, and the scars on my wrists are still clearly visible.
It was Vincent who saved me.
He took a half–year leave from school and took care of my daily needs.
He even took me out on trips.
We went to the Alps to see the magnificent snow–covered mountains, to Quebec to witness. the fiery red maple forests in autumn, and to the Maldives to enjoy the serene, crystal–clear
waters…
But the effect wasn’t very good. I still couldn’t escape the urge to die.
Once, I stood on the rooftop of a hotel, about to leap.
But I was quickly pulled into Vincent’s arms!
We fell heavily to the ground.
He held me tightly, sobbing.
Soon, a warm feeling seeped into my scalp, slowly sliding down my head…
Was it tears?
My heart seemed to be gripped by something, it hurt so much….
After a long while, Vincent shakily said:
“Margot, please… don’t leave me again, okay?”
I quietly turned toward him, seeing the brokenness in his eyes, and felt a pang of guilt.
I reached out and gently wiped away his tears, whispering:
“Okay…”
