The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Jack just left?

he let go...

He let me go...

I should be happy, this is my dream.

I can finally get the freedom I want, and I finally have the chance to leave this damn manor forever and ever.

But when I watched his body being swallowed by the darkness little by little, it felt like something very important in my heart was slowly disappearing.

feeling of loss...

Slowly, and with the slightest pain.

A few lonely tombstones, a few bare dead trees in the distance, and the endless darkness in front of me.

I suddenly feel empty inside, empty...

The surroundings are so quiet, even the crows are gone, and I am the only one left in the whole world.

Just like when I first woke up from here.

Jack is gone.

No one will be nagging and coercing me anymore, no one will scratch my wrist so painfully, and no one will ask me some weird questions to test me.

Similarly, no one will try to imprison me by his side with such unimaginable excuses as "the most special existence" and "heartbeat".

I don't think I'll ever meet anyone in my life who looks like Jack and has such a perfect face like Jack.

Maybe in the future, I will not meet anyone whose kiss can make me so intoxicated that I get carried away.

Absolutely, absolutely there will be no such a person willing to block a gun for me...

I clenched my fists and forced myself to turn around and leave.

I dare not look back, I always feel that if I look back, I will never be able to get out of here.

The current choice is what I want.

When Jack was around, all I could think about was how to get away from him.

get away from him... get away from here...

I followed my memory and ran towards the door.

Jack just said there was a door here, and he told me to go to another one.

It turned out that there were actually two escape doors here, and the lawyer must have gone to the door on the other side of the small house, otherwise Jack wouldn't have said that.

And the other door should be on the other side of the church, right in front of the wedding board.

I ran quickly in the night, trying to avoid the maze-like ruins and cemeteries.

In the distance, a black-red conical roof appeared little by little in the darkness.

It's the Red Church, the one I've visited many times.

I accelerated my running speed, bypassed the church directly, and ran quickly to the place that looked like an outdoor wedding.

I also don't know why I didn't go through the church.

That was the fastest shortcut, and I was subconsciously reluctant to go in.

Just now Jack was clamoring to bring me here for a notarized marriage, but now...

But in the blink of an eye we have parted ways and will never see each other again.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my breathing was a little painful.

So much has happened in this church that I don't want to think about it.

The experiences between me and Jack are all meaningless, and I don't want to be emotional.

Outside the gates of the church, where I am now.

The surrounding walls were dilapidated, and the black iron railings above were also broken a lot.

Panting, I walked through a columnar arch, and I could see four or five rows of benches neatly placed in front of me.

There is a long red carpet in the middle.

After being exposed to wind, sun, and rain for so long, the shape of this red carpet is still complete, extending all the way to the gate, as if guiding the way.

Just to the right of the red carpet, the familiar wrought iron street lamp was still standing beside it, emitting a small halo of yellow light.

I remember the wedding board with my name and Jack's name on it was under that street lamp...

I didn't dare to lower my head to look at the wedding board, I walked quickly with my chin up, and stood in front of the gate.

There is a password input key on the wall next to the gate, which is now lit.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, tremblingly raised my right hand and placed it on top.

Compared with deciphering the cipher machine, it is much easier to just press a few buttons.

I watched my fingers tap on it mechanically, accompanied by the sound of keys.

Not long after, the door next to me that I had dreamed of slowly opened.

The author has something to say: According to the "Winston Manor Daily Express" report, Emily Dale successfully opened the gate and became the only survivor in this game!

And Jack held a sharp knife and made Emma Woods sit on a chair and get lost in the manor.

But compared to Freddie Riley and Kreacher Pearson, who were bloodletted to death by Jack, sitting on a chair and returning to the manor to participate in endless games may be a better treatment...

End! (Just kidding, don't take it seriously~~)

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(づ￣￣￣)づThanks to "Antlers" for the mines, okay~~

(づ￣￣￣)づThanks for the "half cup of tea" landmines, okay~~