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I never thought that goodbye would be like this.

After the phone call that day, I frantically ran to the police station, and everyone on the road looked at me like a madman.

I am indeed crazy, otherwise how could I hear such news?I don't believe it, how could it be, I must have heard it wrong.

When I rushed to the police station, I broke in and saw a group of people I didn't know, surrounding the familiar figure.

She is still so quiet.

Trembling, I approached slowly, like a puppet about to break its thread, walking towards her stiffly little by little.

I pushed aside the group of people around, and saw her lying there clearly, and she was really beautiful when she was asleep.

I still can't believe it, how could she, how could she just fall asleep like this, there are so many people here, so noisy, how could it be possible?

I want to beg her, beg her not to sleep here, beg her not to sleep, beg her not to lie to me, beg her to wake up and come home with me.

I think I look like a lunatic. The group of people stopped me with sad and resentful expressions. A middle-aged woman looked at me indifferently and asked me: "Are you Jane?"

I answered her in a trance: "Yes..."

Hearing my answer, they seemed to be outraged. The person who was blocking me pushed me away, looking at me with disgust, as if looking at something dirty.

Perhaps an angry person is surprisingly powerful. I was pushed to the ground and fell hard, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

The middle-aged woman walked over, her face was expressionless, but I could see in her eyes the disgust and resentment that was deeper than that of the group of people.

She raised her hand and slapped me hard. I still didn't feel any pain, but I was thrown to one side. After recovering, I asked, "Who are you?"

The woman just laughed, and said with a sneer: "Who am I? I'm Ann's mother, and you, who are you? What qualifications do you think you have to stay here? Disgusting, who do you think you are Ann's mother? Friend? A joke, if it wasn't for you, how could Ann be abnormal? How could she die? "

Ann... is it because of me that I will die?I tried hard to say something, but the person who would listen to me was gone.The soul seemed to be separated from the body, I moved my lips subconsciously, and squeezed out a sentence from my throat, saying: "I like her..."

The woman became even more angry, as if she still had hatred, and slapped me again. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and I felt like I had no strength to get up.

She almost roared out: "What qualifications do you have!!!"

Then he yelled hysterically word by word: "If it wasn't for you, how could she be abnormal! Without you, she would have been married, so how could she die! It's all your fault! It's you who deserves to die, how could you still be dead?" Don't die! It's all your fault, you still have the face to say you like her! Two women, you are shameless, our family wants more!"

I looked at the group of people against the light and looked down at me. They obviously agreed with what she said just now. They looked at me coldly and disgustedly, and suddenly felt very cold, the kind of coldness that came from the bottom of their hearts, Gradually spread to my whole body.

The limbs and heart seemed to be frozen, and the blood was so frozen that it could no longer flow.

I looked at Ann who was still lying there quietly, hoping she didn't hear, I didn't want her to be sad.

I don't know how I got out of the police station, let alone how I got up.

Ann's mother and I made a lot of noise, alarmed the police, came in and helped me up, I don't know what they said, maybe they were sympathetic to me, and persuaded Ann's mother to let me take a last look at her.

But I was still not allowed to get too close, and I was not allowed to touch Ann's body.It doesn't matter, it's good to see it like this.

As much as I wanted to touch her, I knew I couldn't.Unexpectedly, in the end, I didn't even have the right to touch her.

She still has a couple ring on her left hand, and so do I.

It looks like it's thinner again, and there's not much flesh on the face.

I didn't get to look at her more than once before I was pulled away and the police took me out and told me things I never knew.

Ann's family found a lot of medicines for depression.I also found the report of Ann's diagnosis of depression many years ago.Ann has always had major depression, but I never knew it.

I am the most frequently contacted person in Ann's mobile phone, and the only special contact who can dial with one key. She put me in a separate group, notes, lover.

I don't know why he is willing to tell me this, maybe because he sympathizes with me, maybe because of that sentence, love.As a lover, I should know, but as a woman, I don't even have the right to look at her for the last time.