You Left Me to Die, I'll Leave You to Cry

In the split second when the research lab explodes, my boyfriend, Thomas Bastion, dashes to Melody Harper, who is standing furthest from the blast zone. He shields her from the impact with his own body.

When the sounds of the explosion stop, the first thing he does is carry Melody to the hospital.

I'm lying on the floor. My body is covered in fresh blood, but he doesn't spare a single glance at me.

Thomas has taken care of Melody for the past 18 years. His heart is filled with nothing but her. There's no space for anyone else.

I only survived because my colleagues rushed me to the hospital.

When I am discharged from the ICU, I call my teacher, Louis Carpenter. Both my eyes are swollen from how much I've been crying.

"Mr. Carpenter, I've made up my mind. I'm willing to join you for the confidential research. It's fine if we have to leave in one month. I don't care that I'll be unable to contact anyone for the next five years."

The wedding ceremony that I have been dreaming of is supposed to take place in a month's time. However, I no longer want to get married.

When I was bedridden in the hospital, plenty of people came to visit me. Most of my close friends dropped by, but Thomas didn't visit at all, even though he was my boyfriend.

He only called to say, "Mel has been crying nonstop, so I can't leave her. You need to take care of yourself.

"I can't talk anymore. Mel refuses to eat unless I feed her. I don't have much choice in the matter."

How pathetic.

We were dating for ten years, but in his heart, my life was less significant when it came to feeding his precious Melody.

Thomas was the one who fell for me first. He was the one who pursued me relentlessly. If anyone spread rumors about me, he would pick fights with that person. He was almost punished a few times for doing so.

I loved the crab cakes that were only available in the old parts of the city. He would even travel through storms just to buy them for me.

The results of my mathematics exams were abysmal. I always dragged him down, but he would stay up all night to look through my workbook. He would summarize all the tricky questions that I usually made mistakes on and explain them to me one at a time.

Thomas was the one who chased after me. He was the one who confessed to me, saying how he wanted to be with me for the rest of our lives. But he was also the one who abandoned me time and time again for Melody's sake.

The fresh wounds on my body were still bleeding. The occasional throbs of pain were a constant reminder that I should give up on a man who didn't love me anymore.

Holding back my tears, I deleted everything