Save Myself from Desperation

Andrew stepped into Skylight Church, and the sound of the choir kept coming from the distance. There was an old, towering tree not far away, with a pew underneath it, bustling with people.

It was a beautiful day, with bright sunshine flooding the land.

Andrew’s eyes grew distant as he looked at the tree, remembering the first time he met Ashley. It was also a beautiful day...

“Andrew, I’m your elder!”

In a lavishly decorated, dimly lit room in a foreign country, Wison Halt, a middle-aged man, was pointed at his head by countless guns, looking angrily and fearfully at Andrew on the sofa, who was giving the orders.

Andrew smiled and looked at him condescendingly, “Oh, elder... Wison, do you need a reminder from me, a junior, about what you did ten days. ago?”

Wison’s expression instantly became terrified and horrified at the mention of ten days ago. Ten days ago, he leaked information about Andrew. He thought, ‘How could Andrew know when | did it so stealthily?!”

“Wison, you should know that | hate betrayers the most.” Andrew stood up from the sofa, his charming eyes containing a meaningful smile in the darkness. “I remember today is your fiftieth birthday. Of course 1, the junior, should send a gift.”

After saying that, Andrew waved his hand towards one of his men. Colby immediately brought up the gift.

Wison looked over to see that it was a silver dagger and a glass of wine next to it.

He thought, ‘What does this mean?’

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Before Wison could react, Andrew grabbed the dagger and came to him. In a flash, Wison’s cries in pain resounded throughout the room.

His ear was cut off!

Wison was convulsing in pain, bleeding. The next moment, however, he saw that the ear he had been cut off had been dropped into the wine. glass!

Bright red blood spread through the golden liquor. Andrew smiled sinisterly, “I'll toast your fiftieth birthday with this drink.”

Wison widened his eyes in horror and looked at Andrew in front of him in trembling. His eyes were so wide that they seemed to crack open as if he were looking at a demon in hell.

The glass of wine that soaked his ear...

Wison, shivering with fear and weak in the hands and feet, got up and tried to run.

However, the henchmen on the side had already pressed him down, picking up the glass and pouring it into his mouth... “lll send Wison off on his last ride with this drink, too.”

Andrew’s calm tone was like a pronouncement. When he finished, he turned and walked to the window, the smell of blood and screams ringing out in the room behind him.

The sun was shining outside the window, and it was bloody dark inside.

Andrew had long been used to this and stood at the window in boredom. He saw a young lady in a white dress being pestered by a group of bums on the street.

From a short distance, he could see the girl had an excessively pretty face. In the bright sunlight, her skin was so delicate that it glowed, so wonderful that it didn’t fit in with this exotic street.

Being surrounded by five dirty, smelly bums was her unfortunate calamity.

It didn’t arouse Andrew’s sympathy. He stood in the shadow of the second-floor window, watching the scene with equanimity. However, the next moment, things developed beyond his expectations.

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The seemingly pretty and tender girl easily knocked down those bums.

Seemingly noticing Andrew's gaze, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked his way.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind blew through the treetops, blowing the hem of her white skirt.

The girl stood in the sunshine and looked towards him in the shadow.

Andrew was slightly stunned. There were the bloody screams of darkness. behind him, and in front of him was the girl in the sunlight, wonderful and pure....

The group of bums that had been fought off gathered a group of accomplices and surrounded the girl once again. Andrew knew he wasn’t a good person and had no kindness. But only at that moment, only to her, he felt protective. He showed up and took her away from the filthy, stinking bums.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

This time, the two did not interact. Andrew only knew her name was Ashley.

Later, on one occasion, Andrew got a gunshot wound in the abdomen and happened to be saved by her.

Ashley lifted his black shirt and looked at the bloody gunshot wound on his abdomen and the other wounds beside it. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Why do you have so many wounds?”

Andrew looked at her and smiled, “You scared?”

Ashley didn’t say anything, feeling that there were scars that went deep, like they had been left over the years from when he was a child.

She thought, ‘Since he was a child... Did he often get hurt so badly as a child?’

In the warm light, Ashley lifted her delicate face to look up at him, her pretty eyes curving slightly. “Why don’t | help you get rid of those scars?”

Andrew’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but he said nothing.

Those old scars were deliberately left on his body by his parents, who beat him regularly, signaling that he was a shitty bastard who shouldn't have been born.

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Since then, the two grew to know each other well. Andrew had always been wary of others, but he couldn’t grow wary of Ashley, dissecting his dark, rotting past for her to see.

Ashley knew about his childhood and firmly told him, “Andrew, your birth is nota sin.” She told him once again, “Let me help you get rid of the scar.”

Andrew didn’t know if she was talking about the scars on his body or the scars on his heart. But whatever it was, a bright moon rose in his dark life.

He seemed to have his own moon. The moonlight seemed to shine on him. But, it just seemed like...

There was always another person in her heart...

Thinking of the past, Andrew quietly walked to the tree. He thought about how Ashley, always bright and free, was now lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

He walked over to the tree and wrote Ashley's name in his Bible, ready to pray for her.

The godfather next to him said, “You can also write your name, and both will be blessed.”

Andrew picked up a pen and was ready to write his name next to Ashley’s.

Before he started writing, he paused.

He remembered what Ashley had once told him.

“Andrew, your birth is not a sin...

“Andrew, let me help you get rid of the scar...”

Not knowing how long he paused, eventually, he put down the pen and wrote Ashley’s name alone. He closed his Bible and thought, ‘How can | deserve the light when | am in darkness...

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The sound of choirs not far away kept coming, and Andrew turned to the nave of the church.

With crowds coming and going, Andrew stepped into the nave with

them.

There were many silent prayers.

Andrew sat down and began to pray silently as well.

He was caught in the darkness of his life and was hated by his parents, having been born with sin.

Andrew struggled to survive with wounds all over his body and crawled out of the abyss step by step, with bones under his feet and his hands. covered in blood.

He never honored the Divine, didn’t believe in mercy, didn’t fear killing, and wasn’t afraid of retribution. But at the moment, he was praying devoutly.

Andrew was not asking for himself but only for the Divine to save his beloved.

He thought, ‘I would pay for it with my whole life...