I love you, I still believe that stars will speak, stones will bloom, through the summer fence and winter snow, you will eventually arrive. — Scarlett OHara
The hospital is bustling with people, and Scarlett OHara is finding it difficult to move forward.
Watching the figure getting further and further away from herself, she can only worry...
Through the long corridor, stairs, Scarlett OHara finally stopped at the hospital entrance.
Watching the speeding car leave, Scarlett OHara covered her chest with both hands and murmured, "Jay Gatsby, is that you?"
Some people will eventually meet after taking many detours, its just a matter of time...
"It seems that we can only meet at that time after all."
Using the reason of preparing clothes for Daisy Buchanan, Scarlett OHara returned home.
She took out a newspaper from under the pillow, and her fingertips rubbed the picture on it.
The spring breeze is the most intoxicating, and Scarlett OHara gently leaned on the pillow and fell asleep slowly, immersed in some memories...
In the dream, the sun is bright, and the sunflowers in the Tea & Sympathy Café are blooming brilliantly.
Jay Gatsby looked at her with joy and restraint, as if the treasure had been lost and found again.
He told her: "Scarlett, I am your fiancé."
The voice was so gentle that even the assistant who had been with Jay Gatsby for many years was surprised. When did his master show such an expression?
Scarlett OHara held a cup of flower tea and looked at Jay Gatsby warily: "I am already married, what fiancé, I dont know you."
Jay Gatsby was annoyed and helpless, and he showed the evidence without refusing: "Scarlett, you are a person with a family, its time to go home."
Scarlett OHara was shocked to look at the information in front of her, and her hand trembled, and the paper fell.
"Its not true, I am not the person you said, I am Scarlett OHara, the Kennedy family is my home." Scarlett OHaras voice was trembling.
He put the flower tea on the table heavily, and Scarlett OHara turned around and left.
But as soon as he turned around, the picture changed, and he was in a high-end restaurant, Jay Gatsby was wearing a chefs uniform, holding her favorite Tiramisu in front of her.
"Scarlett, happy birthday." The noble man was sincere.
Scarlett OHara was indifferent: "Mr. Gatsby, I said, I am married, please dont do such meaningless things."
Jay Gatsbys voice was as pleasant as a cello: "Even if you dont like me, you should not stay with him, Rhett Butler is not a good person!"
"Why do you say that, I dont allow you to slander him!" As long as it comes to Rhett Butler, Scarlett OHara has no sense at all.
Jay Gatsby frowned, a little angry, but Scarlett OHara had already left.
The picture slowly changed, Scarlett OHara lay on the floor of the room, but saw Rhett Butler approaching with a baseball bat.
"Dont, I didnt hurt her, Rhett, dont..." Scarlett OHara tearfully begged Rhett Butler.
But Rhett Butler just stared at Scarlett OHara like looking at a corpse: "When you killed Daisys child, did you ever think about the consequences?"
"I didnt, I didnt..." In the plea, Rhett Butlers stick still fell heavily.
Scarlett OHara was startled and wanted to roll to avoid the ruthless stick, but the picture jumped again.
The last scene was that her legs were broken and she was lying in the bathroom, and the whole house was filled with fire...
Scarlett OHara opened her mouth helplessly, but she was choked by the smoke and couldnt shout.
Breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and Scarlett OHara is overwhelmed by boundless despair.
On her deathbed, she heard Jay Gatsbys anxious call: "Scarlett! Scarlett!"
With a loud bang, through the gap in the bathroom door, Scarlett OHara saw him rush into the bedroom, his face full of anxiety, regardless of his hands being burned by the fire.
Scarlett OHara moved her fingers, but only felt the pain of burning.
Until the moment of death, Scarlett OHara knew what she had missed.
"Bang!" The wind suddenly increased, blowing the door closed heavily, and Scarlett OHara woke up from the dream...
She touched her face, only to touch a layer of water.
She looked at the newspaper again, touched it, put it away, picked up her packed things, and went out the door.
This time, she will be obedient, she will cherish. Now, she is waiting, waiting for that person to find her.
She is waiting for those two people to taste the pain she once suffered, and they are better off dead.