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I took the opportunity to ask him,"Do you know why my soul always involuntarily drifts to a certain person's side?"
The answer given by the angel was,"It means that this person misses you too much.When a person misses you to the extreme,your soul will respond to his call."
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It started to snow.I looked at the calendar and realized that today was Christmas Eve.
Outside the window,several children were playing around a Christmas tree,fulling the neighborhood with laughter and joy.In contrast,Ethan seemed out of place in this lively scene.In just a few days,he had lost some weight and now had dark shadows under his eyes.He looked lifeless.
The phone call from the company urging him to go back to work was left aside.Now he seemed like an empty shell that had lost its soul,but he could feel the pain.
Ethan stopped in front of my room for a moment and then walked in.
But he just stood there without moving.His eyes were fixed on the photo frame on my bedside table.It was a photo of me taken on my eighteenth birthday.In the photo,I was wearing a white princess dress,smiling brightly.Ethan walked slowly over and reached out his hand,as if he wanted to touch it,but then stopped.
I knew that what he couldn’t face was not the photo,but his feelings for me.
Ethan numbly wanted to walk out of the room,but his steps stopped when he saw a cardboard box full of things on the ground.
This was the box of things I had sorted out to throw away after I decided to divorce Ethan.There was nothing valuable in it.Most of them were memories of our relationship.I wanted to completely empty this relationship and these things from my heart,but God didn't give me the time.
Ethan squatted down and looked at the things in the cardboard box.There was a glimmer of light in his dull eyes.I saw him pick up a ring box.When he opened it,there were two rings inside.
The rings were simple in style.The diamonds on them were not big but sparkled.Our initials were engraved on the inner circle.In the first two years of our marriage,I always wore this ring all the time,but Ethan never wore his.
And at this moment,I saw Ethan pick up his ring and put it on.
At this moment,what welling up in my chest was not the feeling of being moved but irony.
Those feelings that I had tried to forget were now picked up by him.Those feelings that I had expected countless times during my lifetime but never got,I got them easily after I died.All of this was really too ridiculous.
Ethan started to carefully rummage through those things that carried so many memories.Our name tags from high school,the letters I wrote to him in college,the scarf I knitted for him...And,a thick diary.
The moment he picked up my diary,I felt a sense of resistance in my heart.This diary carried so many of my youthful girlish thoughts.It also recorded the process of my feelings for Ethan from the moment I fell in love with him to the moment my love for him died.
The moment the diary was opened,I suddenly remembered a sentence Ethan had said to me,"Amelia,prying into other people's privacy is not a good habit."And now I really wanted to throw this sentence back at this double-standard person.
Ethan flipped through my diary page by page,from dawn to dusk.When he saw the happy parts,his lips would curl into a smile,but when he saw the sad parts,he would cry while holding the diary.
When I was fourteen years old,I was bullied by several jerks older than me at school.After school,they cornered me in the alley behind the school.Just when I was in despair,Ethan appeared and saved me.
Ethan had never fought before.That was the first time he got into a fight with others.His fighting skills were a bit weaker compared to those jerks.In my memory,he lost a tooth,and there was blood in his mouth,but he still bravely stood in front of me.
On the way home,I asked him,"Why did you help me?"
