Chapter 50 Take Me Away

There was no tear in her eyes, but her puzzled and despair look was more touching than ever.
Clinton felt suddenly relieved.
She had shouldered too much.
There was so much blood and so many lives between then. His one-way intention to get together was another torture to her.
Two persons on both sides of the fence, looking at each other, not close, not far.
He walked forward.
And had his body relaxed, eyes closed.
"Since this is the case, then do it."
Click.
The gun was loaded.
He was prepared for death, but he felt the gunpoint got away from his head.
She shook her head and retreated herself for two steps, smiling as if the flowers blossom at her lips.
"No."
"You know I can't kill you, but I can kill myself."
"Sir, in the next life, no matter we are alive or dead, rich or poor, I hope I won't see you anymore."
What did she say?
Clinton felt it went wrong and then opened his eyes immediately to see the gunpoint was at herself.
"No..."
He cried out and realized suddenly the smell lingering around his nose reminded him...
It was gasoline!
"Sandra, No!"
The man shouted in panic, which was echoing in the night sky, but it was too late.
Bang!
Her gun was on file and her bosom was bleeding immediately.
In a second, the sparkle fell to the ground to set the fire around them. The fire made her smile so beautiful as if it was a finale of a grand and obsolete show.
It was exactly what happened in his dream.
"Sandra... Sandra!"
Clinton couldn't remember what happened afterwards.
He could only remember he stroke the fence door what was on fire with his two hands. Maybe God heard his voice, the fire went to the roof and then the broken beam fell to the fence lock and the door was open.
The door was open.
The room was filled with smoke. He locked accurately the red shadow in the fire.
She was lying there, surrounded with fire.
The suffocating gas came into his lung.
The last drop of tear in his eyes was dried up fast by the fierce fire.
He broke into laughter suddenly. It could be so easy.
If she was alive, then he could be alive.
If she was dead, then he would die too.
That's all.
It seemed the mountains were separated to make way for Clinton to walk to her as on the plain ground. He lowered his body to embrace her affectionately into his bloody arms.
He sighed, murmuring slowly.
"If there is next life, we shall never separate no matter if we live or die, rich or poor."
"Sandra, go with me."
He said it full of passion, as if he was vowing to his bride on a wedding.
The overwhelming fire was the witness to take possession of both of them...
...
"Sandra! "
Suddenly, Clinton opened his eyes, shivering.
He saw the white wall and bed sheet, and then a strong odor of disinfectant rushed into his nose.
It wasn't gasoline...
He got saved?
Clinton stood up and wanted to ask about Sandra. But his eyes saw the woman lying in the bed was also opening her eyes.
His heart was racing fast so that he was frozen there completely, watching her face that he dreamed of thousands of times in a daze.
His Sandra...
Sandra was a bit embarrassed at his gaze and tried to speak.
" Sir?"
Her voice dragged him to the reality. He was almost ecstasy and came forward to hold her deeply into his arms.
"Sandra... You are still alive!"
Sandra was stunned.
Of course, she was alive. When she was shooting Jon, she calculated carefully about the gun position. She knew she wouldn't die.
But his look ... As if she survived a disaster.
She was almost out of breath in his arms and her chest was about to explode. Although she didn't, she had to push the man away.
"Sir, my chest doesn't feel comfortable..."
Clinton bounced away immediately; a bit scared.
"Yes, you have wounds at the chest. I should have been more careful... More careful..."
He got up to tug her blanket, but then he felt something was wrong.