𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 👰🏻

24. She has Claustrophobia!!!

I don't believe, I don't believe it
You left in peace, left me in pieces
Too hard to breathe,
I'm on my knees
Right now

Yasmin watched Simon disappear in front of her eyes, the feeling of powerlessness made her feel frustrated, until the last moment, he refused to give her even a trace of pity. Breathing began to become difficult, cold sweat slid down her cheeks, some unpleasant memories, like a flood that broke the gate, went uncontrollable.

She was locked in the room, calling every day to repudiate, calling the ground not working, the boundless darkness enveloped her, tearing her heart, she cried desperately, shouted desperately, but in the end, she still lost that desperate effort People who want to protect.

Simon took a shower and lay down on the bed. He couldn't sleep over and over again. He irritably opened the drawer of the bedside table, found a box of sleeping pills from it, and poured a few into his mouth.

He never worried about whether he would take too many doses to threaten his life, because sleeping pills were already familiar to him like his closest friend. After Tina these was his closest friend the year she left. They accompany him through the long night after another.

As time passed, he still couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps he hadn't been in contact with this friend for too long, and it became a little stranger, and it wouldn't be able to exert its efficacy for a while.

Simon closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to think about anything, not about Tina, not about her betrayal, and not about everything about this woman. But when a person is awake, it is impossible to keep his head blank. When you don't think of one person, you will think of another person, provided that that person is more or less weighty in your heart.

At this moment, the shadow of Yasmin appeared in Simon's mind. If he didn't want to think of Tina, he was even more reluctant to think of Yasmin, because he liked the former compared to the latter's disgust. What is more annoying than this? The people you like and the people you hate appear in your mind.

You want to disperse them all, but you can't get rid of them. In such a boring waiting, the effect of the medicine came into play. He felt a deep sleepiness.

As the sleepiness deepened, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he entered a state of sleep.

"Don't overwhelm your sympathy with me, I don't need it!"
"Yes, I overwhelmed my sympathy, but what I sympathize with is only your experience, not your person."

Thinking, thinking every night, thinking about how to get rid of this woman all night, this will dream, and he dreamed of quarreling with this woman.

"I don't want to live with someone who knows that I was abandoned by a woman, and feel sorry for me."

"Maybe you think you are abnormal, but compared to you with PTSD, I am also better with claustrophobia. We're same.. I'm afraid of being locked into dark environment."

Claustrophobia? CLAUSTROPHOBIA! Simon was awakened from his dream.

He had forgotten that the woman had claustrophobia. Damn it! Annoyed, he jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room before he even had time to put on the jacket...

On a white cloud blowing in the wind, countless elves surrounded her, there is no cold here, only warmth here, maybe this is the legend Dreamland, then, here, is there her mother?

"Mom, you're here? You've come back?"

"YASMIN! YASMIN OPEN YOUR EYES. I'M SIMON. " Yasmin thought she was dead, until a strange call came from a distant place. She opened her feeble eyes and saw a ruthless face, she realized that she was just dying, not really dead. Yes, how could her life of Yasmin be defeated so easily.

Simon looked at the scene in horror. He didn't expect that Yasmin actually smashed the glass of the car with his hands. How much pain did she endure to smash such glass, just like what he sees now.

Her hands were dripping with blood. Because he was too shocked, he stood motionless by the door of the car until Yasmin got out of the car with a pale face and walked indifferently in front of him.

He woke up like a dream and grabbed her arm, "Hand injury?? Get in the car and I will take you to the hospital for bandaging."

She turned her head and looked at him with an unprecedented coldness. Even though she was already very weak, she still exerted her last strength, withdrawed her hand and looked at him coldly.

Yasmin stepped on the weak light and walked towards the front entrance of the villa. The thin figure was like a fragment of leaf, swaying alone in the wind.

After a few steps, she suddenly turned around and asked sadly, "Is it really okay? Seeing me being molested by them, does it really matter at all? You really never thought that the woman who was molested was my wife, even if I don't love her, I can't let others get involved in her?"

Simon did not answer, she laughed at herself, she was already embarrassed, what do she want this man to say? Going upstairs unconsciously, entering the room unconsciously, sitting on the bed unconsciously, staring at the ground unanimously, and then thinking unanimously: In fact, the embarrassed life can be a little more embarrassing.

Simon stood in front of Yasmin's room. After hesitating for a long time, he walked in, but didn't wait for her to speak.

  "I don't want to say anything, go out." She had already issued an eviction order. Looking at her injured hands, he put the medicine box in his hand on the ground, always trying to say something, but his mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything.

His throat seemed to be stuck with something, and a sentence of sorry was stuck in it, but at last he had to give up, silently turned around and closed the door for her.

After a long time, he heard a hysterical cry, that kind of grief, that kind of sadness, like the pain that has been accumulated in her heart for many years, and can no longer restrain it...

Simon can clearly see through the gap of the sliding door.
On the other side of Yasmin's disguise, she is no longer the woman who is faint on the surface but has a strong heart, but like a child who is injured and just wants to vent.

The injury is not terrible. The terrible thing is why it is always so inexplicable. Wounded. Whether it is a trauma or an internal injury.

Yasmin had wanted to cry like this for a long time, but she always endured it because she was afraid that she would not be strong when she cried. The life of turbulence and displacement is so sad, even crying is a luxury.

Simon stared at the gap of only a few centimeters intently, and his shock was beyond words. If he hadn't really watched it this second, how could he imagine that the woman would have such a sad time. She was calling her dead mother. How much she may have suffered? His heart was severely stung.

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