Not Too Cold at the Bottom of the Sea

13

After a night of wind and rain, I opened my eyes after a coma.

My whole body was as painful as being crushed by a car. My wrist was rubbed out of blood, but I didn't have the strength to cry.

I didn't know why I was surprisingly calm, or even level-headed.

I stayed in that shabby hotel for a whole night.

Staring at the ceiling, I thought of my ex-boyfriend, Clarkson.

When I was a freshman, I was greeted with the first spring in my life, because I met Clarkson.

He was a persistent man with a handsome face and looked like a playboy.

I liked this kind of appearance.

Compared with the face I hated most, his face was a completely different type, which made me feel relieved.

He courted me for nearly a year before I agreed.

We had a happy time in a relationship. He often took me to travel, have meals and watch movies. I never gave him any gift, but he didn't seem to mind it at all.