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"How could this be?"
I heard Ethan murmur.
Yeah,I couldn't believe it either.Before going out,I had even put on a delicate light makeup and curled my hair into big waves,so that I’d be able to hold my head high in our last meeting.But who could have known that Ethan would be meeting with my cold body instead.
"Sir,please accept my condolences."The doctor just thought that Ethan,as a husband,couldn't accept his wife's sudden death,and offered some perfunctory words of comfort before asking Ethan to start the preparation for my funeral.On the phone of a passerby in the hospital corridor who was scrolling through Tiktok,the news of that tragic car accident was still being broadcast.Thedrowsy driving of an 18 wheeler had resulted in three deaths and one injury in the accident,and I happened to be one of the unfortunate victims.
I tried to find something in Ethan's long silence,but there was nothing.He just stared fixedly at my closed eyes,his gaze so intense as if he wanted to burn a hole through me.I suddenly realized that he seemed to be a bit angry.I didn't know what he was angry about,but there was so much obsession in his eyes.
Ethan didn't say anything more.Instead,he started calling my family and friends,and as the doctor had said,he began to take care of my funeral arrangements.
The only relative I had left in the country was Ethan,well,at least he was considered my relative before the divorce.Before I was eleven years old,I had been living abroad with my parents.After my mother passed away in an accident my father was too busy with his business abroad to have any time to take care of me,so he sent me back to the countrye to live with Ethan's family.
From the age of eleven to twenty-five,many fragments of my life were related to Ethan,and he had also become someone I regarded as a family member.
Ethan told Sylvia that he couldn't keep the appointment because of something urgent.Then I saw him calmly and steadily starting to make arrangements for my funeral.I remembered that when his mother passed away,he was like this too.He was much stronger than I had imagined,always able to handle problems maturely and rationally.But one night,half a year after his mother's death,I saw Ethan alone in the study,sobbing while looking at his mother's photo.
I didn't hold much weight in Ethan's heart,and I also knew that his running around for me was just because of the friendship between our two families and his mother's last words.
I didn't follow Ethan anymore,and I couldn't bear to see my friends crying when they saw me.So I directly floated back home.
The house was as cold and quiet as ever.It was like this when Ethan was home,and it was still the same when he wasn't.
But actually,I still really liked this home.This was the house that Ethan's mother had chosen for us when she was alive.She was very kind.During those years when I was feeling inferior and sensitive because I was living under someone else's roof,she provided me with so much warmth.And the three years when I was living in this house also left me with many warm memories,such as my pet hamster named Summer,the stuffed animals I had placed all over the house,and the neighbors who were always eager to give me small gifts.
And also,the little moments I spent with Ethan.
The first year into our marriage was still something worth remembering for me.At least I could feel that he was trying to accept me and this marriage.I liked to try and cook all kinds of dishes for him,and I also liked to bring him hunch when he was busy at work.I did everything that a wife would do for her husband.The me who used to be very lively during my adolescence wanted to establish a gentle and virtuous image after getting married.Even though Ethan always said there was no need to for me do these things,I still carried on as if I hadn't heard him,and Ethan gradually accepted it when he saw that his persuasion was in vain.
Those meals that I prepared with all my heart,Ethan had once sat down to taste.The little ramblings I sent him had also received a few responses from him.But all these turned to nothing after Sylvia came back.Because of Sylvia we had countless arguments, hysterical ones at the beginning but in the end both of us were just completely exhausted.This marriage was already dead a long time ago.
I was wandering around the house,lost in thought,and memories came flooding back.I just felt that life was too short.Looking at Summer,who was still wriggling in its nest,I suddenly worried about who would feed it and take care of it after I was gone.The next moment,the door opened.
