At that time, Fitch posted a message on Facebook: [I must conquer the mountain I have always wanted to climb.]
The location was a mountain in the city where we were traveling. It was a famous spot.
He also posted a picture of Queena's profile. In the picture, her expression showed relaxation and satisfaction.
She never showed that in front of me no matter what I tried.
I pretended not to see it and put away my phone. After finishing my meal, I sent a message to Queena: [Are you hiking? I'll come find you.]
She didn't reply.
A heavy rainstorm broke out halfway through the journey and I was trapped in the mountain.
The heavy rain caused a flash flood, and at the critical moment, I called Queena for help.
The call was connected, and Fitch's voice came, "What's up? Let's talk tomorrow. She is exhausted from climbing the mountain today and has already fallen asleep."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
The cold rain hit me mercilessly, extinguishing my obsession with her bit by bit.
By the time I escaped death and returned home, it was already the third day.
During that period, Queena did not call me or send me messages.