Chapter 1138
Elizabeth hadn't had time to duck when her arm was suddenly grabbed, and she was immediately tackled to the ground by someone.
She could clearly feel herself being covered by someone.
That person's breathing was heavy, and the breath near her ear was particularly hot.
Elizabeth gently grasped the hem of his hanging clothes, realizing that the person protecting her was Alexander.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, her previously anxious heart finding a moment of respite because of Alexander's protection.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Alexander's voice reached her ears.
Elizabeth gently shook her head, but before she could speak, there was a loud bang.
In an instant, the warehouse was filled with fire and sparks, the intense explosion ringing in her ears, and the sudden heat rushing towards everyone.
A piercing scream reached her ears; it was Esme's tragic cry.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Through a gap, Elizabeth could see Esme's situation clearly.
Esme was surrounded by flames, her hands frantically batting at the fire on her body.
"Help me!" Esme's voice was particularly sorrowful, and the group could only watch helplessly.
Esme was engulfed in flames, the fire separating her from the others.
Elizabeth lowered her head.
She couldn't help but recall the first time she met Esme.
In the scorching summer, Elizabeth was waiting under the shade of a tree for her family's car to pick her up from school, and she happened to meet Esme, who was also waiting for a ride.
Esme was wearing a white dress, looking very beautiful, her hair falling neatly, extremely pretty. Along the way, countless people stared at her, and Esme enjoyed the attention and being watched.
Elizabeth was mesmerized, but in the next second, she saw a red stain behind Esme.
Esme had her period but hadn't noticed.
Elizabeth stood behind Esme and reminded her. From then on, they became inseparable friends.
She always protected Esme, treating her as her closest person, even neglecting Lila for Esme. Elizabeth was not petty; she always believed that those she treated sincerely would treat her sincerely in return.
But she was wrong.
Esme betrayed Elizabeth, impersonated her, and the things Elizabeth couldn't understand before became particularly ironic in hindsight.
Those who played with others' genuine feelings would get what they deserved.
Esme didn't deserve anyone's sincerity.
Esme looked at Elizabeth through the flames.
Although Elizabeth didn't move, Esme saw a complex expression in her cold eyes.
Esme fell into Elizabeth's gaze.
She knew she was wrong.
She recalled past events; she was a complete jerk.
She stole Elizabeth's love, stole Elizabeth's sincerity, she stole so much.
In the end, she died in front of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth wouldn't save her anymore, right?
Esme frowned, tears streaming down her cheeks. She should be grateful that at this moment, her heartache was so intense it made her forget the pain of being consumed by fire.
Elizabeth gazed at Esme, wanting to feel Esme's current sorrow, but she could no longer connect with her.
If it were back in college, even if Esme had just a small cut, Elizabeth would have rushed to hug her and take her to get it treated.
But now, she watched as Esme was devoured by the flames.
Esme was dying.
She just stood in the fire, looking at Elizabeth, no longer asking for help.
Elizabeth wondered if she would often dream of this scene in the days to come.
"Esme! Sweetie! "
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