Female Novel
Chapter 800
Bradley tenderly caressed Esther’s beautiful face in the photographs. His fervent wish was for her to bealive, to continue living. He was willing to sacrifice everything for her survival.
Among these photos and discs lay relics of Esther’s deep affection and her concealed infatuation. Hergaze perpetually followed him, seeing in him a radiant sun that would never set.
With his aching heart tightly gripped, Bradley examined the photos before him. Almost as if seekingpain, he opened another box with Esther’s photographic creations. Back then, she had cherished himdearly, capturing his essence through her lens.
Under Esther’s artistic eye, Bradley possessed a distinctive handsomeness. Even in moments hecouldn’t recall, she had faithfully documented them.
There were also Esther’s paintings, each prominently featuring Bradley. It was only now that Bradleyrealized this storage room held not the things he wished to obliterate but Esther’s first love.
She had given her all and loved him unconditionally. Yet, he had sent her to prison, severing theirconnection. years of wrongful incarceration had cost Bradley the girl who once adored him as if hewere her entire world.
Bradley sat atop a box, weakened as he gazed at the paintings and photos in his hands. Tears welledup, blurring his vision. His heart raced like a drumbeat.
His world had abruptly turned desolate.
Sweat trickled from Bradley’s forehead. He persevered through his pain, sifting through the boxes anduncovering a variety of items. There were scarves, hats, and gloves hand-knitted by Esther. Amongthem were clay artworks, two clay dolls locked in an eternal heart-shaped embrace.
Bradley remembered pushing away the gift box impatiently when Esther had offered the dolls. The clayfigures had tumbled to the ground, shattering, but Esther had painstakingly glued their broken handsback together.novelbin
In addition to the clay dolls, there were Esther’s cross-stitch creations. Each discovery felt like a daggerpiercing his heart.
Every item in this room told a story.
In that narrative, Bradley remained disgusted, indifferent, and impatient from start to finish. The girlnamed Esther had given him her heartfelt devotion, and his greatest cruelty wasn’t merely neglectingher but repeatedly trampling on her affections.
The pain coursed through Bradley’s body. Every nerve tortured him. His vision dimmed, and hecollapsed to the floor. Yet, as he fell, he clung tightly to the wedding photograph of himself and Esther.