now.”
Chapter 3
Quinten stares at me while speaking
It seemed like walking for me to give in
When I agreed, would you accompany me to dye my hair and grow it long again?
But I just looked back at him indifferently
“Anyway, there were only ten days left.”
Quinten remained silent and turned to step into the darkness of the night.
Never looked back again.
Seven days before the wedding.
I went to a tattoo shop in the outskirts of the city.
The boxs
in her thirties, well–maintained, but with a world–weary look in her eyes.
She looked at me and asked, “What are you thinking about?”
I rolled up my sleeves and pointed at the OK on my wrist bone, revealing the gardenia below my collarbone.
“Washed it all away.”
The boss’s wife took a glance and said, “It would be painful to wash it off, and it would leave a scar
I smiled and said, “I’m not afraid ”
What I am least afraid of now is pain.
As for the scarring–
I have so many scars all over my body, these two don’t make a difference.
Moreover, who knows, in another half a year, this body might tam into a pile of ashes.
The boss’s wife charted with me, “Did you break up?”
I laughed, “Hmm, it’s coming
“There were seven days left.”
The boss’s wife clicked her tongue and said, “So ceremonious, even breaking up has a countdown?”
Maybe it was because the shop was too quiet, or perhaps it was because I got along well with the boss lady, I don’t know why, but the moment I saw her, I felt like we were kindred spirits.
1 started talking to her about the past. Back then, when Quinten was pursuing me, I gave him a deadline.
Three hundred days.
If he could persevere, I would go with him.
So, Quinten appeared in front of me every morning, counting the days.
Countdown one hundred
red and seventy–nine days.”
“Kierra, in ninety–six days, you will be my girlfriend.”
“There was only one day lett, my potential girlfriend.”
The boy who persevered through wind and rain for three hundred days to win me over,
But in the following decade.
Gradually grew tired.
Chapter 3
C
I had a great conversation with the boss lady. While getting my tatton rennived, I mentioned to her the meanings helsind those two spots.
The QK tattoo on my wrist bone was inked when hinten and I were together for a year.
At that time, I was kidisapped by his enemies, and used as a ffireat against him. Quinten went alone to the appointment to save me.
Knowing it was a deadly situation, he went without any hesitation
That time, he was almost killed by someone.
When he was discharged from the hospital, I went to a tattoo shop and got his initials tattooed on my wrist bone
At that time, I naively thought.
I had decided on Quinten for this lifetime.
But that evening, when I presented my still reddened wrist to Quinten like a precious treasure, he fraze
I was not moved as I had imagined.
He frowned and first asked me why, then asked if I was in pain.
Finally, he hugged me and said, “Don’t do it again in the future, I don’t like it.”
“I didn’t like it when you hurt yourself.”
“You were fine just the way you were, no need to change. I really liked how neat and flawless you were, Kierra.” At that time, I was young and only thought he cared for me.
But little did they know, Quinten had actually spoken his mind.
And the gardenia on his chest was tattooed when Quinten swore that he would marry me when he turned twenty–eight. Quinten loved gardenias the most, loving their pure white flawlessness.
So I tattooed it on my chest.
Waiting for Quinten to marry me.
Now, Quinten finally set a wedding date for me when I was twenty–eight years old, and he is planning the wedding that will take place in seven days.
I, however, was planning how to leave him.
I do not want to leave with any marks related to him.
Although this body is already in a state of ruin,
n, I still do
I pointed below the other collarbone and told the boss lady.
“I tattooed a trumpet–creeper over here.”
Quinten loved gardenias.
And I preferred trumpet–creeper.
He wanted me to be pure and flawless.
But in the remaining days of my life, I insisted on being a trumpet–creeper that was proud above the high walls.
Chapter 4
Coming
gout of the tattoo shop, it was already evening.
I got along well with the boss’s wile, and we exchanged contact information and added each other on WhatsApp.
When I was going home, I passed by a small stall selling cotton candy
I couldn’t help but stop my stops.
The last time I ate it seems like it was when I was a child. At that time, my grandmother had not passed away yet. She would give me all her spare change when I couldn’t resist the temptation of cotton candy and couldn’t walk anymore.
She always watched me finish eating, and then she would laugh and scold ine, saying “You greedy girl.”
My grandmother always liked to watch me smile.
The old face that used to laugh, with wrinkles growing deeper.
The cold wind brushed past, scattering memories.
I walked up to the stall and bought a cotton candy with a rabbit pattern.
It was very sweet.
Just as sweet as I remembered it.
lady is so cool! But why is she eating cotton candy?”
Passing by the street corner, I heard a little girl asking loudly, “Mom, look, that lady
“Wasn’t that something for children to eat?”
Mon smiled and explained, “Who says marshmallows are only for children? Everyone can have them. Eating some sweets makes people happier
I walked in high heels.
I heard the sweet and childish voke of the little girl again, “But Auntie, why does it seem like you’re not happy at all even though you ate such a sweet
cotton candy?
“Mom, Auntie looked so lonely…”
The sound grew distant
When I got home, the cotton candy was all gone, leaving only sticky hands.
I entered the door and washed my hands.
1 received a call from Quinten
He seemed drunk.
“Kierra.”
“You said”
He chuckled on the other end of the phone, “Only seven more days, and you’ll be marrying me.” “Tomorrow, shall I take you to choose a wedding dress?”
“You decide, you know my size.”
Quinten remained silent for a while
I faintly heard a girl’s coquettish voice coming from the other end of the phone, “Quinten, let me accompany
by you to try on wedding dresses. Don’t you
want to see how Hook in a wedding dress?“”
A long time passed.
Quinten’s voice was
‘s voice was hoarse, “Okay.”
I just didn’t know if he was responding to me or to the girl next to ine.
Woke up from a nap
I heavily crossed out the date of yesterday on the calendar.
There were only six days left.
I change cloches, washed up and put on muk
Below the right clencle
her plunder In
dressing mirror, a womun
A trumpet–creeper Nomed
with thousands of people
crowd and sing loody, proadly destroyed, I hated
rity, only then did I remember those
Ferts to engressed, it was only after the end of a song that I realized the pain within my body.
handed ove
The pain in my stomach was like a knife cutting through me. I looked up and saw a young and unfamiliar face
Key white down jacket and smiled at me, “Do you have a
the palm of my hand dispelled some of the coldness.
milk is hot, I can gave it to you. ”
“Thank you“The boy shook his head during a break between songs. “No problem, my girlfriend loves helping others. If she knew I gave you the mil
I looked at
“Did she have something and couldn’t come to the concert?
The boy smiled, but a snowall instantly fell in the depths of his eyes.
“She passed.”
his concert on her behalf.
The just crack stuck in the throat
“It’s nothing.”
The mustarted again, and everyone eagerly looked towards the stage.
It was about to select a lucky audience member
