29(Extra) JasperWhen Jasper was a child, he was called Jasper Labelle because he shared his mother's surname.When he was about seven years old, he began to understand the difference between him and other children.Jasper lived in a luxurious house, dressed meticulously, and always had a car to drive him around when he went out. Aside from that, he could not do things he wanted.No ordinary child was willing to approach Jasper. The child of Mary Wright, the housekeeper, once ruined Jasper's model curiously. The child ended up getting reprimanded by Mary after Mary cried and apologized. Since then, no child had ever wanted to approach Jasper.It seemed like people were saying that Jasper was different.Fortunately, he had Lorelai. Jasper felt Lorelai was the most beautiful person in the world. Her hair was long and soft, and she always smelled nice. Jasper did not understand why his father, Zachary Zabinski, always had a gloomy expression and often quarreled with Lorelai.Lore
30I felt that I was terrible.Not only to Jasper but also to Yohannes.At first, I always received the warmth given by Yohannes, and I never cared about whether he would be sad or unhappy.Later, Yohannes started acting abnormally. I asked myself if I had communicated nicely with him. I wondered if I had a better way of dealing with it and preventing things from deteriorating.Fortunately, Jasper's life was not in danger. The knife was not stabbed at a critical point, but the wound was deep. He needed some time to rehabilitate.When Yohannes was interrogated again, he talked about the car accident that Jasper had mentioned.Yohannes didn't know the psychopath who kidnapped me, but he did have a connection with him.That day, he witnessed a car accident and rushed to save the owner of the car.The car owner's face was covered with blood, and he seemed like he would faint anytime. Perhaps when he realized he was about to die, he entrusted something to Yohannes, which was a key.
33Perhaps a pet who only listened to him might be the only thing he could control in his uncontrolled life for over 20 years.Yohannes wanted to turn a living person into a pet only he could control. Perhaps it was his deepest desire that had been suppressed intensely, trying to express himself in a psychopathic way.He was begging for help.I thought of this because I had experienced such helplessness and knew how miserable it was.Having to struggle with my own emotions, knowing there was a problem but not being able to walk out of it and having to stay in place, torturing myself repeatedly...People who were struggling would send out help signals. Even though they might not say it directly, they still wanted someone to give them a pull and save them.I wondered who could save Yohannes.Before the verdict, I went to see Yohannes. Based on the case, if he pleaded guilty sincerely, he might only be sentenced to several months in jail.Yohannes seemed surprised and looked much
Author: Bai Kuang Liang Tai Zi The tattoo on the back of Mason's neck was the initials of his ex-girlfriend's name.He noticed me in the crowd because I had similar eyebrows and eyes to hers.1It was raining heavily in Riverville for the past few days. When Mason got home, the rain was dripping down the umbrella.As always, I had a dry towel for him.He lowered his head and stared at me with his starry eyes."Did you miss me?" he asked gently.The towel rested on his short black hair, and once again I unintentionally glanced at that tattoo when I dried his hair.It was a tiny tattoo. And It was dotted on his neck like an abrupt ink blot on a piece of white paper.Mason was always a good student growing up. Normally, he would not have anything to do with tattoos."Let's wash it off someday," I pointed at the tattoo.It took him a while to react. He touched it softly with his fingers, and his eyes were watery."Okay," he answered, rather lightly.He changed the subject
4I felt that Mason was more cautious with me.Washing a tattoo hurts more than getting a tattoo. After the first time he washed it, there was still a little bit left.The skin on the back of his neck was crusted with a thin scab, making it look more eye-catching than before.I knew something had changed between us, but we didn't mention it even though we both knew it.He came home less often, and he wouldn't let me check his phone anymore.I didn't know what the hell he was doing, but I knew I was losing him little by little.He was going to be taken away by someone.I was afraid that his increasing tenderness and indulgence towards me came from the same emotion.That was guilt.Mason came home late that day.He came in with the typical gloom of autumn. He frowned as if he was tired, but his expression relaxed the moment he saw me."Why are you still up?" he asked.He came over, put the blanket from the couch over my bare feet, and then touched my forehead.His hand was
8I took my annual leave and wanted to go back to my hometown.Before I left, I needed to move into my new rental house. I picked a day when he was probably not there and sneaked back to his house.I blacklisted everything about him and didn't want to see him again. But, it turned out that you got what you feared.This one-meter-long bear doll was a birthday gift from my best friend. I had a little trouble carrying it, and when I got to the door, someone helped me hold it up."Where are you going?" He asked me as he stood by the door.His eyes looked emotionless."I rent a new house.""Do you share a house with someone else?""Yeah." "Do you have all the utilities?""Yes.""How is the landlord?""Nice.""How many people do you live with?Are they men or women?"There was a moment of silence."Mason! Are you finished?"I pushed him and shoved the bear into his arms. Then, he squeezed the bear's paw and stopped me."Since you want to take the bear away, why don't you
10I never thought I'd see him here. Actually, I thought we would never see each other again.There were mottled marks left on the old elementary school railings.Mason was still frowning. I thought he wanted to smoke, but finally, he didn't do it after he dug in his pocket for a while."I miss you," he said in a husky voice, which startled me.He acted so straightforwardly that he didn't even look like him.I ignored him. At that moment, the sun was setting just above the horizon, while the white birds hovered freely in the far sky.He blurted out, "After you left, I miss you like crazy.I threw away everything about you, but I still think of you no matter what I do."When he looked at me, his eyes were as clear as ever.I felt like I lost the ability to tell if his words were true or not long ago, so I just watched as the night breeze blew the hair on his forehead."I never admitted to regretting anything until I met you.I should have caught up with you that day. How cou
14Later, Mason was asked to leave the hospital because of the loud noise. A little while later, my dad passed away. His face was covered with a white cloth when he was taken out.The words in front of me were so blurry that I couldn't see them clearly. After quite a while, I realized that my hand holding the death notice was shaking.Yes, I did think about the days when my father left me. When he was in ICU, I thought about it all the time. But sometimes, people refused to believe in those sorrowful things that happened.I listened numbly to the doctor's instructions. When he asked me if any of my other family members could be there, I shook my head. He then asked me if I wanted to see the body again, and I still shook my head after I gazed at the white cloth for a while.I feared I would think of my dad again if I saw his face. I would recall the morning dew on his brow as I drove him to school that morning. And I would recall his firm and reliable back as he walked in front of