Reevaluating for True LoveChapter 1
My mother slipped and hit her head in the bathroom. The snow made the roads too slippery for an ambulance to come.
I called Lindsay Vasquez, hoping she could help save my mother.
She answered impatiently, "What's wrong now?"
With my mother covered in blood, I tried to ask for help. But all I heard from her end was her childhood friend's cry. "Nick needs me. Handle your own problems."
I knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as my mother bled.
When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital. The doctor told me my mother didn't make it.
I had carried my mother through the snowy fields for an hour until I collapsed from exhaustion.
A white sheet covered my mother's face. Just two hours ago, she was chatting lively with me, talking about how she looked forward to Lindsay coming over and cooking her favorite dishes. Now, my mother was gone.
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I loved Lindsay for five years, from secret admiration to chasing after her relentlessly. Finally, we got married.
On our wedding day, I was joyful, thinking I had finally moved her with my love, believing she married me out of love.