[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

His fingers were as hot as a scythe, and I realized that his strength was getting more and more wrong. At first I thought he was just angry, no matter how hard he yelled at me, but when I couldn't breathe, he just yelled at me. He saw strong murderous intent in his eyes.

His eyes were terribly red, and there was a kind of madness that reached its peak due to anger and then froze.

"Do you know? I have never been played so hard by anyone. You stomped my heart on the ground." Carl kept smiling. When he laughed, he completely violated the meaning of happiness and joy that a smile should express. This kind of smile with the corners of his mouth pulled to the sides is as terrifying as a perverted dismemberment maniac.

"If you just want to cheat my money, I can give it to you, even if you are just cheating me." His breath was trembling, full of eerie tremors like the branches torn by the wind in the dark night forest, he smiled like You want to cry, "But you can't say you want to fall in love with me, and kick me away when I'm serious. Aren't you good at pretending? Why don't you keep pretending perfectly. Your methods are too powerful , you successfully sneaked into the upper class, and then you see, a fool was successfully caught by you. Seeing that rich fool being fascinated by you, you must have a sense of accomplishment, right?"

I couldn't breathe looking at him, the pain of suffocation made me struggle with all my strength, and my mind went blank.All I could see was Carl's face, and he was in as much pain as I was, as if he had been strangled to death.

I really wanted to speak to comfort him and calm him down, but the pain of my shortness of breath soon prompted me to save myself.My nails left bloody scars on his wrist, trying to make him relax his grip.On the Titanic, I ended up not drowning, but being strangled to death.

I couldn't even utter an explanation before I died. I must have died of anger before I was strangled to death by him.

And, why is he so strong.

"Look at me being played around by you, you must be laughing at me in your heart, you see I am a goddamn bully. I want to marry you, do you know? I will give everything to marry you, even if I go bankrupt, even if I am ridiculed , I am such an idiot that I would fall into your trap. You are just a liar, thief, and you are just playing with me."

The cap buckles more and more, my fingers start to lose their strength, and the struggle feels more like an over-suffocated convulsion.My eyes slowly lost their sense of focus, and everything in front of me was blurred and shaking, only Carl's breath was blowing on my face, as hot as the kiss of death.

The air turned into a viscous substance, heavy enough to crush my internal organs.

If he doesn't let go, I guess I'm really going to see God.It only takes a few minutes to strangle a person, and it takes less than 10 minutes for a person with better lung capacity.Is this guy going to strangle me and throw my body into the sea?

"But that's it, I still can't let go..." His voice trembled nervously, "I won't let go."

You... let go!

The blur turned into darkness, and I couldn't feel anything, only the unbearable pain, and his echo-like words.

Falling in love can kill you, this bastard is crazy.

"I won't let it go..." His soliloquy became very distant, "We can always be together, Emily." He said in a hesitant tone, "Together forever...yes." He suddenly He was very confident and ordered me forcefully, "You can't find a better choice than me. Anyway, women always want to get married. Of course you have to choose me."

I can't even feel pain, only cold, colder than when I opened my eyes on the first day in this world.His voice was disappearing, and I couldn't even see the darkness, only whiteness.As if I was in the snow, the tunnel of time stretched by me, but I didn't have any strength to stand up and move forward.

Fragments of the past coalesced into a bizarre world, and I saw myself standing in the Titanic museum with a gigantic model of the wreck unfolding in front of me.Various items of the White Star logo are placed in glass cases, and a chair is placed in a simulated upper-class cabin.Next to the chair, is a row of death lists.

I walked over and the glass seemed to disappear.I saw the captain's name and slid my fingertips over, it was Andrew, then the sixth mate, the chief engineer...Jack.I find it strange that Jack shouldn't be on the death list, because he doesn't have a ticket, and no one will know even if he dies.Slide your fingers down, it's Corola, and her parents.The sliding speed of the fingertips slowed down——Emily.

Pause for a second, the finger finally slid to the bottom, stopped stiffly - Cal Hockley.

Strange, I thought this guy wouldn't die, he was so fierce when he ran for his life, he couldn't die at all.Even if the entire Titanic sank, he couldn't die.I felt unable to breathe, so I opened my mouth reluctantly to grab some oxygen, but my lungs were filled with carbon dioxide, I kept panting, my eyes were fixed on Carl's name, and the feeling of suffocation turned into a raging tide and completely beat me to death at the bottom of the sea.

The surrounding silence swirls and soon begins to crumble into a burdensome tinnitus.Every breath was a self-torturing jerk, and I could barely hear the sound, someone had been shouting, "Emily, Emily..."

I tried hard to find the source of the sound, but I didn't have any strength.

The voice grew louder and gradually took over my entire space, filling my veins with the calling.Then I felt the shaking, and someone was shaking me and calling out to me.

I couldn't breathe, he pressed me, and soon the weight disappeared, and I heard someone yelling loudly in my ear, "Call the doctor, let him come quickly." Then a hot hand touched me Looking at his face, he said desperately: "You will be fine, there is no way you will be fine..." He was so frightened that his teeth were trembling, and his words were completely incoherent.

Returning from the silence, severe pain and suffocation from lack of oxygen followed.I tried to breathe, but my lungs seemed to stop working, the air became solid, and I couldn't catch a trace of the gas that would keep me alive.

Carl's voice finally became clear, and he kept calling me, rubbing my unresponsive face with his hands, fear made him unable to even do this action well.Then he paused suddenly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly pinched my mouth with his hands, and a moist and warm feeling occupied my mouth.

Breathe, mouth to mouth.

This breath hit the freezing feeling of the air in an instant, and I came back to life instantly, as if being pulled forcefully from the water to the shore, and the internal organs that were on the verge of death finally regained their vitality.

I gasped, and the breath suddenly turned into a sharp knife, cutting through my throat, piercing my trachea and then reaching my lungs. This uncomfortable resurrection was like the kiss of death.My fingers finally had strength, and I tightly grasped Carl's clothes. I opened my eyes with difficulty, and saw a distorted picture. I didn't know whether I came to hell or heaven.

Carl was still licking my lips, desperately trying to give me artificial respiration.

I took a breath, and he kissed me deeply, a completely unqualified first aid method, with a mouth full of saliva.Because of the excessive suffocation, I not only felt a sore throat, but also a dull pain in my chest and abdomen, and my hands and feet were cold.My eyes could finally see clearly what was in front of me, it was Carl's face, and even his eyeballs were trembling for fear of leaving obvious marks on his face.

Seeing me coming back slowly, he held my face excitedly, and was so flustered that he couldn't say a word, "Thank God, you're fine." He kissed me randomly in disbelief, as if he was worried that I had turned into a corpse, and wanted to use this Way to determine if my body temperature has cooled down.

I barely regained my breathing, and my chest finally rose and fell normally, but every time I took a breath, my throat felt uncomfortable, and even speaking became an unbearable thing.Then I started coughing, coughing softly and with difficulty, Karl quickly stretched out his hands and hugged me to sit up, his face was pale, cold sweat slipped from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes looked down at me even more.

He was so frightened that he lost a trace of blood.It was as if I was the murderer and he was the victim.

I shook my head and stretched out my hand to push him away. The shadow of death made me unable to face him normally now. He is too ruthless. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been strangled to death by him long ago.

Carl grabbed my hand hard, and he seemed to want to show an innocent smile, and murmured uneasily, "Emily..."

I touched my throat softly, the tingling and burning sensation made me speechless, and every time I swallowed my saliva was like a hard knife cutting flesh.This made me even more reluctant to see the culprit, and it was an eye-opener to be able to talk about being murdered in a relationship, and I weakly wanted to pull my arm back, intending to let him go away.

Carl refused to let go, his expression became guilty, a feeling of regret made him unable to face me calmly, "It won't happen in the future..."

This sentence sounds like your abusive husband is promising you that he will never hit you again.I couldn't believe his words at all. I didn't know that he was so crazy. I didn't know how to deal with this kind of love that was threatened with death at any time.

"Let's put..." I spoke out with difficulty, the sentence was so broken that I couldn't even understand it.But the hand was determined to withdraw, which was a gesture of refusal.

Carl stared at me blankly, he didn't seem to know what to do, he just pursed his lips reluctantly and said: "The doctor is coming, you should have a good rest."

Rest... I pulled my fingers out of his confinement one by one, Karl grabbed my last finger tightly, which happened to be the ring finger with the ring on, the finger closest to the heart.

He didn't let go, he was in a stalemate with me, but he didn't let go, looking at me helplessly.

This is simply a neurotic rascal, a violent hooligan.

I pushed harder, even at the expense of the pain.He stared at him fiercely, and let me go.Carl seemed unable to bear my gaze, he lowered his head in bewilderment, his hair terribly messed up covering his eyes.

Bit by bit, like a tug of war, he broke free from this man's stubborn strength.Carl suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry."

I stopped my movements and looked at his hair twirling with his head bowed, the back of his hand was a little wet.He continued clumsily: "It doesn't matter if you lie to me, don't die...don't leave me."

The moist feeling on the back of my hand was terribly hot. This temperature instantly burned from my skin to my heart, and rushed directly to my eye sockets, making my eyes red immediately.

He didn't see my expression, and continued to lower his head and explain softly, "I may have a bad temper. It was just an accident, yes, an accident. I just wanted to scare you, scare..." He seemed to think that he almost had a bad temper just now. In the scene where I was strangled to death, the sound was disconnected.

I took a deep breath with difficulty, and the moist feeling on the back of my hand became more obvious.He stretched out his other hand uncontrollably and tried to touch his face, but Karl immediately dodged in embarrassment, refusing to let me see his face.When I was not struggling, he immediately held the hand that I was trying to break free, and tightly entangled my fingers.

I suddenly said uncomfortably, "I...it's fine."

As soon as he moved his hand hard, he was startled by my words.Then he raised his head uncertainly, his eyes were as red as rabbits, and tears fell from his sockets.

He was very scared, afraid that I would die.Even if I wake up, he hasn't recovered from the nightmare just now.He quickly realized that he was ugly, and immediately lowered his head, trying to suppress the intense pain.I said again, "I'm fine." My throat still hurt like a knife.

The wetness on the back of my hand made me want to cry too, and all I could do was keep telling him I was fine.

Carl suddenly reached out, hugged me, and buried his head deep in my neck. He smiled and said, "It's good that you're fine."

The cold wetness around my neck was more unbearable than the heat of the scars on my neck.Then I finally reached out and hugged him hesitantly, leaned against his head, and closed my eyes.

We hug each other tightly, warmth and coldness coexist.