Arwen felt numb all over. Was it the pain torturing her entire body, or was it him? She wasn't sure. She knew just one thing: he had failed her today.
She had no idea who was in the other car. It had crashed into hers, and maybe the other person was suffering just as much as she was, or even worse. But still, shouldn't he have come to her side first? Saved her first? After all, she was not just anyone; she was his fiancée, the one he had promised himself to.
How could the other person be more important to him than her? Or maybe he hadn't seen her?
Yes, that could be possible. After all, she hadn't been able to call him and tell him about the accident.
"Ryan! I'm here too. Ryan!"
With that thought in her mind, she tried to call out to him, to let him know of her presence—of her situation. But no matter how she called, her voice was nothing but a mumble. She had neither the energy to scream nor the strength to get out and walk to him. But somewhere deep down, she believed he would know, just as she always knew his every unspoken wish and call.
But the moment she caught sight of the woman he was holding in his arms, she knew that he wouldn't listen. Because around that one person, all his senses became jammed. His heart locked onto her, making no one else matter. Not even her—his fiancée.
Delyth Embers—the belle of Ryan Foster's heart. With Delyth injured, how could he even notice her dying?
Her smile turned mocking. All this time, she had been trying to justify his ignorance, forcing herself to believe that he came to save her... that maybe he didn't come to her because he hadn't seen her.
But in reality, she was just manipulating herself once again into believing something impossible. How dedicated she was, wasn't she?
But what did her dedication bring her?
His negligence. His lack of empathy.
"Heh!" she scoffed sarcastically before spitting out the blood she had been holding in all this while. 'Arwen, open your eyes and see it clearly. You wasted yourself and your youth on someone who barely deserved it. He didn't love you even after you followed him like crazy. Did you really think he would turn around and see you—fall for you?'
That wasn't possible.
Just as she was cursing her dumb self, she saw him walk away from the crashed car. But his steps came to a halt as if he had noticed something—or someone.
Arwen's gaze was blurry, but she saw him turn and look her way. She couldn't make out his expression because her vision wasn't clear. But now she knew that he was aware of her presence.
With him looking her way, he knew that she was there, stuck and dying. But what scared her was his possible response to her situation. Would he care enough to save her?
He should, given she was his fiancée and childhood sweetheart. But she couldn't be confident about that. After all, she knew who he was holding in his arms. With her there, she wouldn't matter. Even if she was dying, he might not care.
Her arms fell limply to her side as she lost the last thread of consciousness she had been holding onto. Maybe this was what she deserved for following her heart so illogically. freewёbnoνel.com
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