Hugo opened the refrigerator, and in that instant, Garrison lost his mind.
He rushed over without hesitation, cradling my icy body in his arms.
In that moment, he looked like a helpless child.
"Summer, wake up," his voice trembled, "Didn't you say you wouldn't die?"
"You promised..."
My parents and relatives arrived too, breaking into wails upon seeing my lifeless body.
Several officers attempted to take my remains, but Garrison clutched me tightly, as if guarding his most precious treasure.
"You can't take her," he repeated over and over, "She's about to wake up, any moment now..."
The police forcefully tried to pull him away. My relatives hit him while they cried.
He was beaten and bruised all over, yet he refused to let go.
Blood soaked through his white suit, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.
The doctor said he suffered from delusions, always believing I was still alive.