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The Last Call
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When the thick smoke woke me, my first instinct was to call my fiancé, Fire Captain, in a desperate attempt for help.
However, instead of concern, I was met with a barrage of scolding: "Stop messing around. I'm just doing my job. Is it funny to joke about a fire?"
Amidst the chaotic background noise, I heard another woman's sweet voice thanking him, and in despair, I hung up the phone.
The flames grew fiercer, and I was trapped in my apartment on the eighteenth floor. Surrounded by smoke and fire, I dialed 119 only to be told that the nearest fire crew was engaged in other "emergency tasks." I could only watch as death approached.
In the end, torn between burning alive or jumping from the building, I chose the former and sent one last desperate message: "I'm leaving. I wish you happiness. Please don't disturb or think of me."
I died, but my soul lingered in the air, witnessing the so-called "emergency task"—my fiancé gently comforting a girl having a "depression" episode, a face I recognized all too well…
He smiled at her and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Ironically, this was once a promise he made to me.
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I died.
My soul floated lightly like a wisp of smoke, hovering above the scene of the fire.
The blazing building loomed like a giant beast, consuming everything I had and all my love for Xiao Cheng.
Down below, outside the cordoned-off area, Xiao Cheng tenderly held He Yaya, gently stroking her back.
He Yaya's face was pale, her body trembling slightly as if she might faint at any moment.
I recognized her—the frail woman who was always in need of Xiao Cheng's care due to her chronic depression.
"It's okay, Ya Ya. Don't be afraid. I'm here," Xiao Cheng's voice was deep and gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier roar on the phone.
I stared at them intensely as a chill ran from my feet to the top of my head.
Just now, when I called him for help, he said it was a prank and accused me of making a scene, disturbing his work. And his work was to comfort this woman?
The stark contrast and betrayal made my heart ache like a knife. Sweet memories flooded back like a tide.
I remember the first time we met, on a rainy day. He was in his firefighter uniform, looking heroic, like a ray of light illuminating my world.
"Are you okay, miss?" he asked, holding an umbrella to shield me from the pouring rain, his voice filled with concern. Raindrops slid down his cheeks, his gaze steady yet gentle.
I blushed, lowered my head, and whispered, "I'm fine, thank you."
Later, we fell in love. He would cook for me every weekend, bring me late-night snacks after working overtime, and surprise me on every holiday.
"Han Ran, will you marry me?" he knelt on one knee, holding a bouquet of flowers, looking at me with deep affection.
I cried; happy tears blurred my vision. "I do."
We dreamed of our future together, planned our wedding, chose wedding dresses, and decorated our new home.
"Once we get married, I'll renovate this place. What style do you like?" he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pointing at our future home, his eyes filled with hope.
Now, those beautiful memories have turned into excruciating pain.
My home, my future have been consumed by this fire, and the culprit is the person I loved deeply.
I drifted to Xiao Cheng's side, wanting to touch him, to question him, to show him my current pain and despair.
But my hand passed through his body as if it were nothing but air.
I could do nothing but watch helplessly as he held another woman close, whispering the sweet words he once said to me.
He Yaya looked up at Xiao Cheng with tearful eyes. "Xiao Cheng, I'm scared..."
Xiao Cheng held her tighter. "Don't be afraid; I will always be here for you."
I let out a silent scream, the flames of vengeance igniting within me.
Xiao Cheng, what you owe me, I will make you repay it double!
I glared at them in anger, my fists clenched, yet powerless to change anything.
At that moment, a young man in firefighter gear approached—it was Yan Peng, whom I had seen at the fire station that day.
He stepped in front of Xiao Cheng, his tone somewhat urgent. "Captain, the fire has been brought under control; we need you to direct the scene."
Xiao Cheng frowned impatiently. "Got it, I'll be there right away."
He patted He Yaya on the shoulder. "You stay here and rest for a bit; I'll be back once I handle things."
Yan Peng glanced at Xiao Cheng and then at He Yaya, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Xiao Cheng turned and followed Yan Peng away, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers gathered beyond the police tape, murmuring among themselves.
The sounds of sirens and ambulances intertwined, creating chaos at the scene.
I floated in the air, watching Xiao Cheng's retreating figure, my heart filled with hatred.
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