Chapter 519 Confession Note
"It was written by that guy a while back. Years ago, when he was in college nearby, he used to come here all the time. He was super shy. Whenever we had events and asked him to write something, he'd get all embarrassed. Later, when we weren't looking, he snuck this note up. We couldn't bring ourselves to call him out on it. After that, he'd come every month, sit by the window," the owner pointed to a seat by the window, "order a latte, hang out for a bit, and then leave."
Emma's tears fell onto the note, smudging the ink. She suddenly stood up, clutching the note, and rushed out of the café. But George was nowhere to be seen on the street, just the endless stream of cars and hurried pedestrians.
With trembling fingers, she opened her phone's GPS and saw George's location moving, finally stopping at Dreamscape Peak by the sea.
Emma immediately drove there.
The sea breeze was particularly biting, messing up her long hair. From a distance, she saw a solitary figure sitting on the beach. George wasn't wearing his smart glasses, just quietly facing the ocean, the wind tousling his short hair, and his white shirt flapping in the wind.
She walked closer quietly, stopping about fifty feet away. George seemed completely lost in his world, his long fingers unconsciously grabbing at the sand, letting it slip through his fingers. His profile looked especially pale in the sunset, his tightly pressed lips and furrowed brows revealing his inner pain.
The waves crashed against the shore, and George suddenly spoke softly, his voice almost drowned out by the sound of the waves, "Emma." The name made Emma's heart clench. Since they reunited, he had always called her "Ms. Jones."
"I wish I could see you one more time," his voice choked, his fingers digging deep into the sand, "just one more time."
Emma couldn't hold back anymore, her vision blurred with tears. She was about to step forward when she saw George fumbling to take out a small box from his pocket. Even from this distance, she recognized it as the velvet box that held their wedding rings. His trembling fingers opened the box, revealing their wedding rings.
"I promised to protect you forever," he smiled bitterly, pressing the ring to his lips, "but now, I can't even see your face."
The sunset stretched his shadow long and lonely on the beach.
Emma stood still, the sea breeze drying her tears. She finally understood that all of George's coldness and distance were just to keep her from seeing him at his most vulnerable. This once-proud George would rather she hate him than pity him.
The sea breeze carried a salty tang, and Emma stood on the beach, her eyes never leaving George's figure. Just as she was about to step forward, she heard a commotion behind her.
Turning around, she saw three drunken young men staggering towards her, their eyes unfocused, with drunken smiles on their faces. The leader's eyes lit up when he saw Emma, and he tilted his chin up, letting out a contemptuous laugh.
"Wow, such a pretty girl, what are you doing here alone?"
Emma instinctively took a step back, her heart racing. She could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on them, the stench overwhelming.
"Come with us, we'll show you a good time," the leader sauntered closer.
Emma's fingers tightened around her bag strap, knowing she couldn't show any fear. "You're drunk, you should go home."
But this seemed to provoke the leader. He suddenly lunged at her, and Emma quickly pulled out a stun gun from her bag, pressing it against his leg. The electric shock made him scream and collapse to the ground.
"You dare to hit me?" The other two sobered up a bit and lunged at Emma. She turned and ran, but her high heels got stuck in the sand, causing her to almost fall.
At that moment, the stun gun ran out of power, leaving Emma defenseless. She had to bluff, shouting, "Stay back! I'll call the police if you come any closer!"
Her voice was clear in the sea breeze, and she used the opportunity to back away, looking for a nearby shop or passerby for help.
However, the adrenaline seemed to make the drunks even more reckless. They closed in, their eyes bloodshot.
Emma's voice reached George. Though he couldn't see, he recognized her voice instantly. He stood up abruptly, running blindly towards the sound, not caring about his clumsy movements.
"Emma, is that you?" George gritted his teeth, striding towards her voice. His movements were awkward due to his blindness, his white shirt clinging to his muscular back in the wind.
"Get away!" Emma's heart pounded as she saw him rushing out. She knew he couldn't see and watched helplessly as George nearly collided with a protruding rock.
"Watch out for the rock!" Emma shouted.
George stopped abruptly, listening intently. He could hear the waves, Emma's rapid breathing, and the drunks' heavy breaths. He moved forward cautiously, feeling his way.
"You have a boyfriend? We'll take you both down!" One of the drunks swung at Emma, but she dodged, losing her balance and falling back. At that moment, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her back up.
"Careful!" George held onto Emma with one hand, wildly swinging the other to create a barrier. He didn't care about his disheveled appearance; only focused on protecting Emma.
"Bastard!" The leader lunged at George, but George's blind elbow strike hit him squarely on the jaw. Despite his blindness, George had trained extensively, his muscles well-developed.
"Run!" George pulled Emma close, "Don't worry about me, just go!"
But Emma didn't budge, gripping George's wrist tightly.
"I'm not leaving you!" she stubbornly resisted his pull.
At that moment, the two remaining drunks charged at George from both sides. Though he couldn't see, George was acutely aware of every movement. He grabbed a nearby stick, striking one drunk's knee with precision.
A loud thud echoed, and the man fell, screaming. The other two, now more sober, helped each other up and fled in a panic.
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