No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

My heart sank even further. "Mrs. Walker, I'm Deborah's... friend. I heard something happened to her. Can you tell me how she's doing, what happened?"

"We don't know... she won't talk," Mrs. Walker said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Is Deborah's boyfriend there?" I asked.

"Boyfriend?" Mrs. Walker paused, seemingly unaware of this detail.

My heart plummeted, and I also knew the answer. Deborah had gone through something major, and her boyfriend wasn't there. It seemed clear that whatever happened to Deborah involved her boyfriend. "Deborah's friend, what's this about her boyfriend?" Mrs. Walker picked up on the concern in my voice and asked.

"Mrs. Walker, it's something Deborah should tell you herself. Can you let her talk to me on the phone? Tell her it's Felicia."

"Okay, okay, please talk to her," Mrs. Walker was noticeably agitated.

Soon, I heard Mrs. Walker telling Deborah, "Deborah, it's your friend, Felicia... she wants to talk to you..."

Then there was silence. I guessed Mrs. Walker had put the phone next to Deborah, so I spoke up, "Deborah, I'm in Houston now. My phone was broken, and I only saw your message today."

There was no response from Deborah. I swallowed hard, trying to ease the tightness in my throat. "Deborah, are you going through some tough times? Or... did someone hurt you? Is it something to do with your boyfriend?" Deborah remained silent, as if she had lost her voice. I still didn't hear her answer, but Mrs. Walker became anxious, "Deborah, talk to me. Is it about your boyfriend? Please don't cry..."

Hearing Deborah cry gave me my answer, but I still asked, "Deborah, what happened? Did someone betray you?"

This time, I heard soft sobbing...

Deborah was usually so cheerful and straightforward, as if she could keep smiling no matter what happened.

But now, she was crying.

"Why are you crying? Speak to me, what did that jerk do to you?" Mrs. Walker was also getting desperate.

But neither Mrs. Walker nor I could get any more information. Finally, Mrs. Walker sighed in resignation and took back the phone, "This stubborn girl won't talk. I'll ask her again later." "Mrs. Walker, don't push her if she doesn't want to talk. Let her heal for now. I'll talk to her when I get back," I tried to comfort Mrs. Walker.

"Alright, alright, then I'm leaving it to Ms. Hudson."

"Mrs. Walker, please keep an eye on her," I couldn't help but express my concern.

Deborah was strong-willed; she wouldn't give up easily unless something made her utterly hopeless.

Hopeless enough that she wouldn't even speak about it, so she must still be trapped in her situation, fearing she might do something foolish.

But what could her boyfriend have done to make her lose all hope?

When she knew about my breakup with Conrad, she consoled me, saying the world was full of men, and letting go of one meant finding someone better. According to her theory, even if her boyfriend betrayed her, she wouldn't resort to taking her life.

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My already heavy heart felt like it was being crushed under a boulder because of Deborah's suicide attempt, I wasn't in a hurry to return before, but with Deborah in such a state, I needed to get back as soon as possible.

She hadn't even told her parents about her boyfriend's issues, so the hurt she felt must be even deeper. Perhaps I was the only one who could help her get through this.

It's not that I see myself as a savior, but every life deserves respect. And during the difficult times Conrad put me through, it was Deborah who stood by me, soothing my sorrows.

With this decision made, I immediately called Conrad.

After a few rings, the call was answered, and I blurted out, "Conrad, I need to come back home now."

"When are you leaving?" came the reply.

"As soon as I can..." I began but stopped abruptly.

It dawned on me that the person on the line wasn't Conrad.

A chill ran through me. I asked, "Who is this? Where's Conrad?"