NovelEnglishMarian's gag had been yanked out, and her pampered, pretty face had lost all its color from fright. Upside down, she looked nothing like her usual dignified self, her hair a wild mess from the wind, and she was scared out of her wits.
Brandon gave her a cold glance, suddenly pulled back his hand from the control lever, and Marian once again plummeted towards the river's surface.
Her screams, followed by a loud splash, were heard just as Brandon, without a flicker of emotion, turned and walked towards the steps.
Don and Martin, scared out of their minds, scrambled to grab the control lever. Brandon didn't bother with the chaos behind him; he just walked off the overpass, hopped into his car, and sped away.
The pain in his chest didn't subside with this act of release. No matter how many times Marian might die, it wouldn't bring Sophia back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMartin and Don didn't dare let Marian die; they clumsily hauled her back up. Marian had never been through anything like this. Scared stiff, once she was pulled up, she just collapsed on the ground, clutching her drenched body, shivering non-stop, and coughing continuously.
In that moment before Brandon left, he had let go and chucked her into the river, a real dunk in the freezing winter weather that had Marian's lips turning blue.
Don couldn't muster up any sympathy for Marian. He was more worried about Brandon's state of mind.
"I'll leave this mess to you; I'm going to find Brandon," Don didn't want to stick around. He handed Marian off to Martin and also descended from the overpass.
He only managed to catch a glimpse of Brandon's car driving away. Don got into his car and gave chase, but by the the hit the road, Brandon's car was nowhere in sight.
He didn't know where Brandon had gone - onto the highway or somewhere else. He couldn't tell from the gradually quieting streets.
It was late at night, past one in the morning - the stwhen Sophia had her accident. Don feared Brandon might do something rash; his actions that night were anything but normal.
Left with no choice, Don tried calling Brandon, but though the call connected, no one answered. Don gazed out at the vast river from his window, recalling how Brandon had desperately searched along the river for Sophia when he first woke up. He thought for a moment, then turned around and headed towards the river mouth.
Brandon was also on the rural road leading to the river mouth.
He drove almost numbly. The river was quiet and calm in the dead of night, nothing like the terrifying night of the accident.
Brandon wondered how panicked Sophia must have felt when she fell, how much pain she endured when her head hit the pier, and how unwilling she must have been to lose consciousness in that instant.
From the moment she decided to have Theresa, she had planned to be a good mother who would watch her grow up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow could she leave Theresa behind? Every the thought of it, his heart ached.
He stopped the car at the river mouth, got out, and stared at the sea that had smoothed over everything.
Don spotted Brandon's motionless figure standing on the beach from afar, his silhouette lonely and sorrowful, engulfed in profound sadness under the moonlight.
Brandon was silent too, and after a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "She's never evering back." His voice broke towards the end. The immense sadness hit Don, who couldn't help but turn to look at Brandon. Brandon still stared woodenly at the distant, endless sea.
"Do you think there's such a thing as bringing the dead back to life? Or reincarnation?" Brandon choked out, "She couldn't let go of Theresa. How could she bear to leave?" Don's throat tightened; he didn't know how to answer. Logically, he knew there wasn't, but he wished there was.
Brandon didn't speak again. Watching the distant sea, he called out her nsoftly, "Sophia." "Sophia." "Sophia." Calling again and again, as if he could never say it enough, each tmore hoarse and choked, each tmore tender and lingering, yet each tmore painfully muffled.
"Sophia." "Sophia." Sophia suddenly opened her eyes, covered in cold sweat. She tried to move her head and intense pain shot from the back of her skuff. A hand pressed on her shoulder, "Don't move." A gentle male voice followed. Sophia looked around, bewildered. Apletely unfamiliar man stood before her, the surroundings just as strange.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, checking her over. An unknown middle-aged woman approached her with surprise and joy, "You're awake?" Her eyes shone with excitement and affection. Sophia looked at all the unfamiliar faces, utterly lost.
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