The song told a story of tortuous and unrequited love, and there seemed to be a touch of worry and pain in Caleb's eyes.
He turned to look at Clara. I didn't know what he was thinking.
The wine-red hair matched his fair skin, making his face slightly flushed. He was just a boy in his first year of high school, with some longing for love.
Perhaps when he was listening to the song, he was thinking about how to spend his life with Clara until his old age.
Unfortunately, he might not have expected that I would become the one he would spend the rest of his life with.
But we only tortured each other. I couldn't spend my life with him until his old age.
"Drip. Drip. Drip"
In a state of blurred consciousness, I seemed to hear the sound of the electrocardiogram.
I wanted to move my body, only to find that I couldn't exert any strength. I struggled to open my eyes and looked around, only to find myself hospitalized in a bed.
I didn't die. For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy or not. I never had the idea of committing suicide. The car accident this time was purely an accident. At the moment of the collision, what had flashed across my mind made me feel that nothing was so important anymore.