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    Aurora was silent for a long time before answering, “Rickey, I recognize the line between friendship and love.” Her conviction left Rickey speechless.


    “Then go,” he said tly. “Don’t bothering to see me anymore. I don’t want to trouble you. Our friendship concludes today. You’ll never hear from me again.”


    Aurora dismissed his deration as mere frustration. She didn’t take it to heart.


    The following day, while gathering her belongings at Rickey’s residence, his father called.


    “Aurora, Rickey’s run away from the hospital!”


    “What?”


    Aurora initially assumed Rickey had grown tired of confinement and returned home.


    Yet, as hours ticked by without his appearance, his father grew increasingly distraught.


    “Mr. Kelly, don’t panic! I’ll go look for him!”


    Darkness had already nketed the city. She searched every possible hideout but discovered nothing.


    By 3 a.m., she and Rickey’s father could only wait helplessly at the police station for updates.


    Just as dawn approached, the hospital called. Rickey had collided with a vehicle while crossing the road. Apassionate passerby had brought him in.


    When authorities reviewed the surveince footage, they discovered that Rickey had deliberately stepped into oing traffic.


    While the previous ident had been caused by drunk driving, this incident was intentional. He had sought death.


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    When they wheeled him from the emergency room, his father trembled with fury. Yet he restrained himself from striking or shouting at Rickey—his son remained unconscious.


    In utter desperation, he struck himself instead.


    “Mr. Kelly, please don’t harm yourself. We’ll find a way to rouse him,” Aurora implored.


    His father turned to her, eyes glistening with tears. “Aurora, I’m pleading with you. Rickey attempted this because of your departure. Stay just a while longer. At least until his eyes open, please?”


    Aurora faltered momentarily, then conceded. “Okay.”


    While canceling her flight arrangements, she feltpelled to contact Dunn. “Dunn, I can’te back.”


    “What’s happened?” His voice betrayed no emotion.


    Aurora pressed her palm against her forehead. “Rickey deliberately stepped into traffic again. He’s suffered another ident. He hasn’t woken up yet.”


    Dunn’s response carried indifference. “Alright.”


    Guilt and self-reproach tangled continuously within Aurora’s conscience. “Did I push him too far? Does responsibility for this rest with me?”


    “Don’t speak such words,” Dunn countered. “Aurora, your efforts have been more than sufficient. He creates these difficulties himself.”


    “I’m lost for solutions. Hurting him is thest thing I desire, but my departure might trigger unimaginable consequences. But if I stay, what about you? I’m sorry. I’m not a good girlfriend.”


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