The Jerk Ceo's

The desperate voice

...Happy Reading's...

Then, the time was like an inverted hourglass, one minute one second. One moment at a time, it was precious to Alex and Clarice.

CEO Alex, who initially took the lead in the past, is not taking any more steps.

He put all his arrogant self down, erased all his anger, and stayed in the hospital. Carrying thousands of guilt feelings in his heart with his feelings of love that still have not been said. He hid in a place Clarice could not see secretly guarding and accompanying him.

Quiet patient room in the middle of the night. She would sleep after Clarice ate the sedative and then put it in her arms until every morning when it was sunny, before she got up kissing her forehead and left.

She personally learned to cook soup and porridge and handed it to William to let him feed Clarice who could not lust after eating even if Clarice only ate it a little.

He would follow Clarice from behind and watch her swallow the medicine and receive the injection. Seeing her pain and suffering, the pain in her heart from helplessness was more painful than Clarice's pain. The helpless pain had absolutely no way to cure him.

He looked at Clarice who was slowly becoming thin.

He looked at Clarice who was always vomiting blood after eating.

He looked at the doctor who always frowned and shook his head after examining Clarice's body.

On this secluded night can be heard the sound of waves from outside through the window.

Clarice had already eaten a sedative and slept, Alex who was sitting on the bed looking at her tightly with a feeling of not wanting to leave.

Even though he was pale and thin, but his five senses seemed still beautiful it made the person who saw him always feel clean and comfortable.

Alex gently touched Clarice's bald head in a merciful tone saying "Clarice even while you sleep you look really painful, your body must be hurting a lot ."

Cancer is something very painful, cancer cells are like little warriors with knives, attacking a healthy body along every muscle tissue in the body, the goal is to make them slowly land becomes vulnerable and weak, painful and eventually die.

All night long, Alex sat on Clarice's bed and stared at her, the slightly clear sky of the shoreline looking a little sunshine.

Alex reached out his trembling hand and touched his face gently kissing his forehead: "Clarice I'm back to prepare breakfast for you, sleep for a while longer, be sure to wait for me!"

After that, he slowly left.

When he returned home, Alex's hand holding a pot of water that had been cooked to make Clarice porridge, his phone suddenly rang.

Alex stared at the phone screen and picked up the phone confusedly asking "William what's the matter?"

"You come here to see him one last time."

If despair can be described with words, it must be the word “last sight”.

The boiling hot water slid Alex's hand to her feet but she felt no pain at all like a piece of wood that felt nothing.

After a few seconds of silence he regained consciousness, his stiff body finally took a step and ran to the hospital.

The hospital was across from his house, but the distance felt so far away that Alex felt himself having walked for a long time but still not arriving.

While running Alex while whispering "Clarice wait for me, you should wait for me!”

Tears had blurred his pair of eyes, Alex moved his foot that had been blistered by the burn, step by step running towards the walking sidewalk .