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The torrential downpour drowned out all other
sounds.
Simon’s voice, slightly drawling, cut through the silence, “Lola?”
“Simon, it’s pouring outside.”
“I’m stuck by the riverside and can’t make it back. Could you come and get me?”
There was a brief pause on the other end. I anxiously clutched my umbrella, my hand damp with
perspiration.
In my vision, as Simon gathered what was left of me, he appeared to weep.
His teardrops landed one after another on my decomposing remains.
Even in this imagined scene, I could sense that searing
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feeling.
Subsequently, he carried a tiny vessel containing my ashes with him for the rest of his days.
And he endured solitude for the remainder of his life.
I couldn’t contain my emotions and stifled a whimper.
“What’s with the crying?”
Simon’s voice suddenly broke through.
His tone remained detached, even tinged with a touch of annoyance.
“I never said I wouldn’t come.”
“So when will you arrive?”
“Hold on. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
“Alright, I’ll be waiting, Simon.”
He said nothing more and ended the call.
By the time Simon showed up, I was drenched from top to bottom.
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As he stepped out of the vehicle, his thin lips were firmly set, his expression as icy as if it held frost and
ice.
I pushed my wet hair aside and gazed up at him with a cheerful grin, “Simon, you’re quite punctual.”
“Lola, you’re foolish enough to risk your life.”
He roughly grasped my arm and pushed me into the
car.
Then he tossed a soft blanket at me.
“Dry yourself off. Don’t mess up my car.”
He glanced at me through the rearview mirror before skillfully turning the vehicle around.
“Oh.” I dutifully wrapped myself in the blanket.
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