2

Really, there is nothing else to it?

I questioned Scott and myself in my heart. In the past year, Scott's on-call phone has been ringing all day and night. Even if he was disturbed in the middle of the night, he would put on his coat and go out without complaint.

I thought it was because he was busy with important matters after his promotion, until I realized that the same name was jumping on the screen every time - Grace.

My woman's intuition told me that something was wrong. I secretly looked through Scott 's recent call logs, and there were only a handful of real work calls. In contrast, the screen was filled with Grace 's name.

My good boyfriend of five years was always available to respond to other women's emergency calls, rain or shine. And I only made the one and only call for help when an emergency occurred, but was scolded. How ironic!

There was a busy tone in the receiver, and Scott hung up. The flames had already reached my nose, and I hurriedly called the fire department while I was still conscious.

As I expected, after confirming the address, the operator transferred the task to Scott 's detachment. However, I heard the following reply: "What? All the police have been dispatched? It's so far away, why not arrange it nearby!" Then the operator's somewhat annoyed voice said, "Nonsense! Scott would never make such a hasty decision!"

Soon, the operator's voice sounded again, and this time he informed me regretfully: "Sorry, ma'am, the fire department closest to you is performing emergency tasks. Please keep the news open, I will coordinate other rescue teams for you immediately."

My head was getting heavier and heavier. I pinched my inner thighs twice to regain some clarity. I quickly asked, "How long do we have to wait? I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer."

The operator carefully worded: "The mission has been assigned, and the rescue teams will be dispatched one after another. The fire department near you has the city's top high-rise rescue equipment and will arrive in half an hour at the latest."

He then talked about some self-rescue methods, and I looked helplessly at the full water bathroom, the wet sheets at my feet, and the wet towel in my hand. I was embarrassed to tell him that I had already tried all these.

In a trance, I saw the news push again - the good news that the fire chief mobilized all rescue forces and successfully rescued a depressed girl who was about to commit suicide. I laughed sarcastically. If I remember correctly, this was Grace 's 99th depression attack. I'm tired of hearing this reason.

A month ago, Scott and I had a big fight. That day was our engagement party. On my left was my mother who had sat in a hard seat for dozens of hours and came from another city. On my right were my future parents-in-law who looked at me with disdain and glared at me. The other relatives gathered on both sides and looked at each other. The table was full of my favorite food - this was Scott 's advance reservation; the waiter brought a cake with a ring hidden in it - this was Scott 's special arrangement; the witness held the testimony written by Scott and raised the microphone awkwardly, but Scott did not show up.

I don't know whether he was sincere or not. Two hours later, the banquet was over, and Scott sent an emotionless apology text message: [Sorry, I will be back after finishing the urgent task. ] But he did not return all night. At 2 a.m., Grace updated her Weibo account: [Every time I have a depression attack, I want to escape from the world. Fortunately, you make me linger. ]