This Goddess, I Don't Want Her Anymore1

At 9 a.m., the proposal venue was finally set up with the help of our mutual friends.

I felt extremely satisfied imagining the surprised expression on Christa's face later.

Beep…

My phone beeped three times and then it was hung up.

I thought maybe Christa accidentally hit the wrong button, so I made the second and third calls.

But my fifth call still got hung up.

I started to get a little anxious.

After we got together, Christa became very busy, and I understood her.

After all, Christa was already a somewhat famous star in her junior year.

But I was sure that Christa did not have any work today.

My roommate Matthew Gomez patted my shoulder and asked with concern, "What happened?"

I waved my hand and replied, "It's okay. She should be busy."

Being an artist would meet many unexpected situations.

Sure enough, Christa sent me a message: [Busy.]

I planned to call her when she was free.

I waited for her until noon, with the June sun scorching the earth and my body soaked in sweat.

Even the carefully selected bouquet started to wilt.

Passing classmates began to whisper.

I was getting a little anxious, so I was about to activate the second plan.

My phone rang. It was my mom.

On the other end of the line, she was crying and gasping for breath.

From her fragmented words, I finally understood what she was saying.

My grandpa fell and was currently being treated in the hospital.

After that, my fingers holding the phone became stiff.

I ran out of the campus at the fastest speed possible and got in a taxi.

When I arrived at the hospital, my grandpa was still being rescued.

"Your grandpa's biggest wish is to see you get married. He even said during the day that he wanted to take care of your child..."

My mother sat on the bench in the hospital, suppressing her tears and speaking in pain.

I squatted on the ground, covering my face with both hands.

My grandpa was old and had always been in poor health. He had a caregiver beside him when he went up and down the stairs.

But this time he fell directly from the second floor to the first floor.

After a while, the doctor came out.

Looking at him shaking his head heavily, I felt like I was suffocating.

"Family members, come over. The old man still has something to say."

I walked forward, holding my grandpa's hand trembling.