Chapter 1252
Chapter 1252: I’ll Wait for You Downstairs (4)_1
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"I’m leaving first."
After sorting things out, Flossie Wright prepared to leave.
Rowdy Brightwill suddenly called out to her.
Her turning movement halted, and Flossie Wright slightly lifted her eyes, looking at Rowdy Brightwill’s somewhat embarrassed face through the veil of rain.
"More than two months ago, during that live operation, did you see someone get killed?" Staring at her, Rowdy Brightwill’s expression was stiff, as if his nerves were taut.
Flossie Wright nodded, her expression not changing much.
Raindrops fell on the umbrella, Rowdy Brightwill stood upright, his handsome features tinged with a somber hue.
He hesitated, wondering whether to ask.
"Got something to ask?" Flossie Wright directly helped him speak.
Rowdy Brightwill responded decisively.
"Go ahead," Flossie Wright said succinctly.
After pausing for a moment, Rowdy Brightwill’s gaze drifted, then settled on Flossie Wright, his voice low and heavy, "Have you killed someone?"
"What does it feel like?"
"Rowdy Brightwill, you’ve never killed anyone." Staring at him intently, Flossie Wright spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Yes, I haven’t,"
Rowdy Brightwill replied, a note of lament remaining in his voice.
He hadn’t killed anyone, but he had seen corpses everywhere, those lifeless bodies they pulled out of the river, who perhaps just a few hours ago were alive and laughing. By the time they got to them, hardly any were still breathing.
He had previously taken part in rescues and seen those bodies taken by the water, but he still couldn’t accept seeing so many lost lives in such a short time.
Besides that, he also saw those family members, relatives who lost their loved ones crying over them, their cries filled with heartbreaking resentment.
He remembered seeing similar scenes before but had never felt so sad.
Just like seeing Winsley Scott’s parents, feeling the death of his good friend, a grief lingered, as if it could suffocate him.
"Rowdy Brightwill."
Flossie Wright called out to him softly.
The pain in his eyes faded, Rowdy Brightwill’s thoughts were gradually pulled back, and once his vision cleared, he saw Flossie Wright standing upright before him, her face expressionless.
"You chose your own path, and you still have a chance to choose," Flossie Wright began with a clear and cold voice. As she stared at Rowdy Brightwill, her eyes showed only serenity, "I won’t console you, but I can tell you, the feeling of killing someone has a bigger impact than seeing a field of dead bodies."
Flossie Wright did not tell him that when she first killed someone, there was no shock at all.
It was for survival, and there wasn’t time to buffer her emotions.
Thinking about it carefully, indeed there was no feeling, because before she saw the corpses under her knife, she had seen the deaths of many, many others.
Starved to death, drowned, blown up, burned...
Her situation was different from Rowdy Brightwill’s, so she couldn’t help him.
It didn’t affect anything.
"I’m leaving," she said in a subdued voice, glancing at his dark circles, "You should get some good sleep."
Rowdy Brightwill nodded heavily.
For some reason, even though Flossie Wright had hardly said anything, Rowdy Brightwill suddenly felt much calmer.
Flossie Wright didn’t return to the Dormitory but made a trip to the canteen instead.
She packed two dinners in advance before heading back.
All along the way, the storm raged. Flossie Wright initially held an umbrella, but several times the handle almost blew out of her grasp. By that point, she was already soaked through, making the use of the umbrella irrelevant, so she folded it up and carried it in her hand.
— End of Chapter 1252 —