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Ethan picked up Summer with two fingers.Although Summer was hungry,it still struggled unyieldingly at his fingertips.He stared at the little guy at his fingertips,looking a bit disgusted,but then put it back.Then he found the hamster food in the cabinet and sprinkled some next to Summer.
Not bad,Ethan.You actually know where the hamster food is.I was the one who usually fed Summer.I didn't think he would pay attention to such things.
I suddenly remembered the first few days after I brought Summer home.Since I had no experience in raising pets and Summer happened to be a grumpy and freedom-loving hamster,it made a mess of the house those days.One night,Summer escaped from the cage and made a mess all over the house.I was in a hurry trying to catch it but couldn't.Ethan was also woken up by me.
He asked me,half-asleep and very impatiently,what I was doing.After my earnest pleading,he still got up reluctantly to help me catch it.Soon,I saw Ethan grabbing Summer and trying to put it back in the cage.Unexpectedly,Summer bit his finger hard.
The incident ended with me apologizing while bandaging Ethan's wound,and Summer detting a more sturdy and tightly-closed cage.I thought Ethan would definitely get angry,but he just shot glances at me and said,"You can't even take care of yourself.What are you doing raising a hamster?"
He was always like this.Clearly,he would soften in the end,but his words always came out in sarcasms.
At that time,I was very easy to please.I would remember Ethan's slightest bit of kindness for a long time.I always thought that it would be nice to keep going like this.But the human heart is made of flesh.My longing for our future was gradually worn away unconsciously,and Ethan's insignificant kindness was replaced by his repeated hurt.
I thought this relationship could finally come to an end,but the scene in front of me told me otherwise.I saw Ethan looking at Summer.As he looked,he started to cry.
Summer was eating vigorously,but he was crying uncontrollably.
Being as strong-minded as Ethan,after that day he still went to work as if nothing had happened.
But that night,he didn't go back to that home.Instead,he slept in the lounge in the office.
Seeing that he was okay,I calmed my emotions and decided not to keep revolving around Ethan.I should spend the remaining time on myself.
But for some reason,whenever my soul drifted elsewhere,I would be pulled back to Ethan's side by some inexplicable force.I sighed.I didn't even die next to Ethan.Why was my soul always being dragged back to him?
Ethan didn't sleep well in the lounge.He had suffered from sleep disorders due to the great academic pressure in high school and often had trouble sleeping.This condition lasted until our marriage.In the first year of our marriage,in order to regulate his sleep disorder,I consulted many doctors and tried many methods.I bought various sleep-aid essential oils and candles.Somehow,one of the methods worked,and later his sleep improved a lot.
Now he was suffering from insomnia again.There was a small window in the lounge without curtains.Scattered moonlight shone on his face,like a painting.He raised his slender hand to cover his eyes,trying to block out the light,but the light still managed to seep through his fingers.
Ethan walked out of the lounge,took a bottle from the drawer of his desk,poured out two pills,and took them with water.
In the dim light,I could see that it was a bottle of sleeping pills.
