Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, I killed someone abroad. The bullet went through his forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through my forehead countless times in my dreams."

Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If I hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would things have turned out differently?"

"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, my vision was clouded by drugs. I couldn't see clearly. I was lost in darkness."

The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.

She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, the clearer the memories became.

Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months became more vivid, as if they had just occurred yesterday.

Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment."

"I believed we had unwavering trust. I thought we were unbreakable together. But for some reason, the day I messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?" Abigail recalled the moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital Research Institute but received no response.

Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larry by the window, with Andrew beside you. I thought you had moved on with someone else behind my back." "I understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.

as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you

Sean remained silent.

it's alright. I know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and there's no need for blame." Abigail spoke

after her messages went unanswered

else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin

lay injured

couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to

his hand

me, taking a bullet that nearly ended his life. Despite his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basement and then in a civilian's home that we had to claim forcefully. He crawled on the floor when he was injured.

his disabled son behind, he endured the pain." Abigail recounted slowly, "That's why I left with

reclined in her seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had replied to my message, then we could have strategized

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used to believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now I realize that you tend to falter at

the car, taking Abigail's hand

to apologize. You didn't have to rescue me back there. It was my fault for keeping things from you and for not being honest. There has always been a lack of complete understanding between us.

where your home is. I will go there on my own," she said softly to

their conversation to unravel