She desperately clung to Brent, shaking him vigorously. "You love me, don't you?"
His body swayed back and forth involuntarily, then "splash!" he fell into the water.
I heard Brent spent two days in the hospital, and as soon as he woke up, he was eager to find me.
After Genevieve stopped him, an enraged Brent slapped her so hard it gave her a concussion.
He went berserk, smashing everything in sight into a chaotic mess.
Finally, overcome with anger, he fainted.
Another day passed.
I received a call from within the city.
But there was no voice on the other end, just soft breathing.
"If you don't speak, I'm hanging up."
"Wait."
It was Genevieve's voice.
She choked back sobs as she stuttered, "Could you come see Brent? He just had a moment of despair and tried to kill himself."
I remained silent.
Genevieve continued, "I'm begging you. You've been together for eight years after all. Can't you come now and pretend to forgive him?"