"Joy." Jordan Guthrie's voice was hoarse, he softly said, "It's been five years… don't you want to wake up?"
"..."
Naturally, there was no response.
"It's been five years…" Jordan Guthrie repeated, his eyes resting on Joy Parker's face, began to tremble slightly, "The doctors said that you won't wake up… but I don't believe it. You're just sleeping… aren't you? You're still breathing, your heart is still beating, how could you not wake up…"
"You just… don't want to see me, right?" He felt his heart cramping once more, Jordan Guthrie closed his eyes, bitterly laughed, "I know I did something irreparable, it's all my fault… but you, do you really not want to forgive me this time?"
It's been five years.
Time passes so quickly.
It's been another five years since he found Joy Parker.
Eight years ago, he forced Joy Parker to jump from the tower, and she jumped into the sea right before his eyes.
Three years later he found Joy Parker, and by then, she was merely a dying person.
