Chapter 474
Chapter 474: Episode 066 It’s Good to Be Alive (3)
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But this was food from Flossie Wright. No matter how she suffered, she had to eat it.
Luckily, Flossie Wright wasn’t the type of person who wouldn’t read other’s emotions. Maxwell Moore fed her a third of the food, then put down the bowl and spoon.
"Why did you jump off the cliff?"
Having put away the bowl and spoon, Flossie Wright stood by the bed, looking down at the pale-faced Janice Wood, and asked in a cold tone.
As always, her tone didn’t convey any questioning emotion. She just wanted an answer from Janice Wood.
Janice Wood’s eyes shifted slightly, instinctively wanting to avoid Flossie Wright’s gaze.
Since the arrival of Flossie Wright, Janice Wood had been constantly worried about this question. Everyone was asking her why she had jumped: her leader, friends, doctor. She could remain silent in response to all their inquiries, but not in response to Flossie Wright’s.
She still remembered that after Winsley Scott’s incident, Flossie Wright took her to the small vegetable field. The fertile crops grew surprisingly well in that desolate and lonely place. There, she first saw Flossie Wright talk so much. To this day, she remembered clearly the story of the girl who never blamed herself in despair and hardship, but carried on with courage.
She believed it was real.
Not everyone is so resilient, and not everyone wants to live after losing everything.
She thought, she must have disappointed Flossie Wright.
"Your life is your own. It’s up to you whether you want to keep it or not." Seeing the hesitant look in Janice Wood’s eyes, Flossie Wright’s cold voice didn’t waver, "Just remember, before you choose to die, don’t cause trouble for others."
Hearing Flossie Wright’s words, the secret guilt in Janice Wood’s heart began to stir. She tried to open her eyes wide, wanting to say something, but she didn’t know where to start.
She knew that Flossie Wright was referring not to herself, but to Nathan Foster, Bard Walker, and the others...
As a result of this incident, the blame that fell on Janice Wood would be minimal, perhaps just the end of her military career. However, as her instructor, Nathan Foster would certainly face a lot of difficulties.
"I’ll go first."
Flossie Wright retracted her gaze from Janice Wood, picked up the packed bag, and turned immediately towards the door, showing no intent to stay.
Feeling a surge of emotion in her throat, Janice Wood’s eyes were filled with tears. With some difficulty, she used her elbow to prop up her body and suddenly called out -
Her voice was short and urgent, somewhat hoarse from not having spoken for a long time.
Flossie Wright’s footsteps faltered slightly, then she turned back, her gaze falling on Janice Wood without any disturbance.
"I’m sorry."
Janice Wood looked at her steadily, her eyes filled with remorse and dejection.
The blanket that covered her silently dropped, revealing part of her upper body in a patient’s uniform that looked a bit too large. It seemed as though her bones were hidden in those bulky clothes. Her décolletage exposed her collarbone, which seemed devoid of any flesh, as if the skin was directly stuck to the bone. She looked extremely thin.
"You have nothing to apologize for," Flossie Wright stared at her, her voice losing some of its chill, "I respect your choice."
She seldom forced others to change their will. She had taken care of Janice Wood’s emotional problems and even talked with her specifically about it. Maybe Janice Wood really had gone through something during her absence, but in the end, the road Janice Wood took was ultimately her own choice.
"But," Gradually withdrawing her gaze, Flossie Wright turned again to leave but not before adding lightly, "Being alive, is good."
In this world, some people choose to live aimlessly and despairingly commit suicide when they encounter setbacks, while others live with hope and struggle to get up even when they are badly injured.
Flossie Wright may not be either of these types of people, but she definitely wouldn’t admire those who commit suicide.
In this world, life isn’t worth much.
Sometimes living is more agonizing than death.
So, it’s possible for people to give up their lives. Sometimes, even this could be seen as a form of courage. But, from Flossie Wright’s personal point of view, regardless of how one chooses to die, she prefers those who respect and cherish life.
When Flossie Wright’s figure disappeared from the doorway, the tears that had been welling for a long time in Janice Wood’s eyes finally began to slowly trickle down her cheeks.
The quiet night filled with a stifling heaviness for no reason.
After leaving the hospital, Flossie Wright didn’t immediately return to the cooking class. She wandered the desolate road, watching the moon hanging in the night sky, until she thought it was about time, then took a detour to the hill behind the cooking class.
The hilltop here was often occupied by the base’s soldiers. Occasionally one would find several figures hidden in the grass. They weren’t up to any mischief, but were undergoing professional covert training.
But the hill Flossie Wright was headed to, due to the terrain, was seldom visited by the soldiers.
But for Flossie Wright, that was just right.
Within a slow ten minutes or so, Flossie Wright arrived at the top of the hill. When she turned a corner on the path, she saw a rather wide-open grassland. The moonlight was like water splashed on the land. The night wind blew over the dry yellow grass leaves, making this grassland look like an ocean with a different color tone, extraordinarily majestic.
And the three people who had been waiting for her on the grassland had been waiting for a long time.
— End of Chapter 474 —