Chapter 574

"What can I do?"

This is a helping hand, but Henry's body has opened up the distance, the contradictory approach between his eyebrows pulled out a trace of pain and struggle, calm face under the waves, as if even through the window of the sun has become cool.

Meredith looked at Henry in a daze. She grabbed her ankle in despair and dragged her into the abyss of death. Before giving up, she cried out from the bottom of her heart, "as you said, we were born in such a society and have nothing. The only thing we can do is sigh about the bad life..."

Meredith eagerly searched for Henry's sight, trying to find the slightest resonance in his eyes, as well as his familiar warmth. However, Henry's eyes were so calm, calm as ice for thousands of years, and all his emotions were tightly wrapped up, which made Meredith move forward a little more urgently to see clearly, A little more clarity.

"It's not enough." Meredith felt that he was tearing to pieces. "I can't hold on." She took a deep breath and wanted to say something more, but her emotion was so tightly blocked that she couldn't say anything. She could only shake her head, and then shake it again. The free falling despair pulled her emotion and began to fall apart.

Looking at such a fragile Meredith, Henry's brow flashed a trace of pain. However, he still tried to get close to Meredith, but after raising his left hand, he got close to Meredith's arm, but he didn't know where to put it - because Meredith was a minor, and he was still a teacher, touching minor students in any way, This is not allowed.

In the end, Henry's left hand came down nihilistically and said, "listen to me, listen." The face in front of him was so tender that he began to wither before he could grow up and open up. Henry's eyebrows were slightly gathered, and he thought about his words, "we are all the same, we will all feel pain..." the deep and magnetic voice was like a flowing river, which made Meredith's pain begin to surge.

"We all encounter chaos in our lives. I know that life is really confused." Henry's voice was so light, but so heavy. His words were jumping and rolling between his lips and teeth. All the bitterness, struggle and suffering in his heart were suppressed. There was only a calm, death like ashes. Before he realized it, Meredith's eyes were filled with tears again. He looked at Henry blankly and motionless.

"I don't have the answer to life either." Henry cruelly declared that he could not even redeem himself. How could he redeem others? After the words finished, Henry stopped for a moment, and his deep eyes wavered. He tried to keep his indifference, but the dilapidated Meredith made him feel unbearable. The struggle awakened countless memories in his mind: the mother who could not be saved, the grandfather who could not be saved, Erica who could not be saved, and himself who could not be saved.

Maybe, he can't save Meredith, but at least, he can fulfill the duty of teacher.

"But I know that if you write things down. Everything will be fine. " He is an English teacher. Words are his medium. He hopes Meredith can get salvation from it. But he forgot that for Meredith, photography was her medium. But at this time, he had no time to pay attention to these details, and his back muscles became stiff again. The invisible alienation was always looming, as if he was roasting on a campfire.

He is persevering, he is working hard, he is doing his best, otherwise he will look away from her and look at Meredith seriously, attentively and devoted, hoping that she can feel the sincerity in her eyes and find the strength to persevere. He sincerely hoped that she would be saved.

Meredith was immersed in the moonlight like eyes, and could catch the bitterness between her eyebrows, reflecting her face, as if standing in front of a clear mirror. In the tormented soul, she saw her most familiar state. He was just like her. The hot tears just fell down.

Meredith did not wipe his tears, but looked at Henry hopelessly and frailty through the dim tears, "teacher Bart, do you like me?" Her choking voice was intermittent, fragmented and in danger.

Henry's mouth curved, with a little helpless, "of course." In the way that teachers like students.

But this sentence completely defeated Meredith's last line of defense and strength. The voice of sobbing rolled up from the depth of his throat, and tears poured out continuously. All the emotions surged up, including happiness, shame, joy, madness, pain and sadness. This is the first time someone said to her: like, the first time since she was born.

She let her tears flow freely, as if a three-year-old lost his way for a long time, and finally found a warm harbor, and then moved small steps, bit by bit forward, timid but looking forward, fear but yearning, finally the whole person rushed to Henry's arms, carefully put his head on Henry's shoulder, tears completely burst.

Henry raised his hands, at a loss. He tried to avoid it, but there was no way out behind him. Then Meredith hugged him tightly and burst into tears. Henry was overwhelmed by the fragility of the disintegration. He raised his hands high and tried to put them down and pat Meredith on the back, but the action was not appropriate, so he froze in the air and didn't know what to do.

He can not do so, not only because between teachers and students, not only because between adults and minors, but also because he has no spare power to save another person, perhaps, such embrace is not to save, but to go to another bottomless abyss. He was trapped at the bottom of the abyss of despair and lived as numb and indifferent as a walking corpse, but he could not pull Meredith to die together.

"Meredith, come on." Henry's voice was so hard that the pain between his brows could hardly be hidden. It was about to overflow, and even his words became difficult.

"Please." Meredith's sobbing voice came from his chest, and he begged bitterly.

Henry knew it was cruel, but he had to do it. He put his hands on Meredith's shoulders and pushed her away. He kept the distance between them carefully, but he didn't dare to exert too much force. He could only bend his arms stiffly, neither straightened nor folded them. Then he tried to lower his head and look into Meredith's eyes, But Meredith had fallen into chaos, just covering her mouth, shaking her head in tears, trying to return to Henry's arms, looking for the warmth, the dry and reassuring breath.

"I can't help you." Henry closed his eyes, clenched his teeth as hard as he could, and said in a deep voice, drawing a line between the two.

Meredith looked up and cried sadly, "please, please." However, she was disappointed, because she could not see Henry's eyes, nor the familiar tenderness. Even the softness and fragility in her memory turned into a cold indifference and toughness, which made her burst out with amazing energy. She directly ignored Henry's "no" and plunged into Henry's arms, as if this was her life buoy, This is her last breath of life.

"You say you like mine. You said it Meredith had completely collapsed, constantly, repeatedly, nagging, repeating the same sentence, "please, please." She put down all self-esteem and reserve, also abandoned all defense and protection, as if falling into the dust, crying“ Please, please don't leave me, don't leave me

He turned his head and took a deep breath to cover up the fragility of that moment. However, the sadness and pain between his eyebrows were too strong to be dissolved, as if he were in purgatory.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only push Meredith away with his strength. It was so cruel and rude, as if his hands were covered with blood and killing his life.

"Please, I just need you to hold me and tell me everything will be OK. Please Meredith had been out of breath in tears, and the words were indistinct, only fragmentary fragments could be pieced together.

"Everything will be fine." Henry said in a dumb voice, as if persuading Meredith and himself, "everything will be fine."

Meredith could feel the strength on her shoulders, resisting her approach and asking for help. Even her words lost their temperature. She rushed forward, buried her head in his arms and absorbed the last warmth. She knew that she was pitiful and pathetic, but she had no way to think. This is her last hope of survival.

The door of the classroom was pushed open, and Sarah stood at the door, looking at the two people who hugged each other tightly and the crying Meredith. Her mind flashed by, and then showed incredible surprise and fear.

Meredith heard the sound, turned his head, and then saw Sara, who showed the vision of the trial, which made her last strength disappear completely, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, No She cried out in despair, circling around in the same place, angry at herself, angry at Henry, angry at Sarah, but in the end, shame and despair defeated all the lines of defense, so she ran away and quickly left the classroom.

"Wait, Meredith. Wait. " Henry catches up, but Meredith's steps don't stop. She staggers away and looks at Henry in disbelief. "What's the matter? What's going on? "

But at this time, Henry did not have time to pay attention to Sara. He just looked at Meredith's sobbing and broken back and said, "Meredith, I'm sorry." The sound just like a plate of scattered sand, and then he froze in the same place, sadness like the night slowly fell on the shoulder, that pair of eyes is so painful.