Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Regret

All Sunday Andrew slept.He had been out the night before and decided to let himself drink and drink all night.Over the years, Andrew has proven himself to be talented in this area.Locking himself up at home alone may have given him more courage to indulge. He pushed through the door of the Novisando bar later than usual, drank more Fernet-Coke than usual, and left the bar with a worse headache than usual.The confusion was exacerbated by the fact that he had been alone at the bar the entire evening, talking only to the bartender.Andrew Steelman was wandering aimlessly through the deserted streets, reeking of alcohol, when suddenly he burst out laughing maniacally.The maniacal laughter quickly turned into a deep sadness.Then he sobbed for an hour sitting alone on the edge of the sidewalk, with his feet pointing toward the gutter.

There is no doubt that he was a big fool, but he also met some people in his life. When he woke up, Andrew felt dizzy, which made him realize that he was no longer a twenty-year-old boy.He knew how much he missed Valerie, he missed her as much as he missed the beautiful woman of that night for some reason.However, one of them is his wife, and the other is just a phantom.Andrew couldn't stop thinking about the letter Valerie wrote him. He should be able to find a way to ask Valerie's forgiveness, find the right words, which was his forte anyway. If tomorrow's papers brought him some credit, he wished he could share it with Valerie.

This Monday, when he came out of his house, he walked down Charles Street as he did every morning, then took small steps to the river for his morning run. He waited for the traffic light to turn red and crossed the highway.When he reached the buffer zone in the middle of the road, the luminous little people on the traffic lights had already started to flash, just like every morning, Andrew continued to run.He raises his fist, middle finger up, in response to the car's horn.Then take the trail at Riverside Park and pick up speed. From this evening on, he would knock on Valerie's door every night, hoping to apologize to her and tell her how sorry he was for what he had done.He no longer doubted his feelings for her, and wanted to bang his head against the wall every time he asked himself what kind of insanity it was that made him treat Valerie like this.

It's been a week now since they broke up, seven days of nightmares over the woman in his life, seven days of vile selfishness that shouldn't have happened, he'd made promises to her.From now on, he should only do things that make her happy.He would ask Valerie to forget everything, and even if Valerie sent him to the hardest crossroads before forgiving him, he would not hesitate to do so if necessary. Andrew Steelman ran up Breakwater No. 4 with only one thought in mind, and that was to win back his wife's heart. Suddenly, there was a lightning bolt from the lower part of his waist, and a terrible tearing sensation rising up to his stomach.If the pain was higher up, on the chest, then he might think he had a myocardial infarction.He felt like he couldn't breathe.No, it wasn't just a feeling, his legs were weak and he was trying to cover his face with his hands as he fell.

Falling to the ground, his face pressed against the pavement, he wanted to turn his head and call for help.Andrew Steelman didn't understand why his throat couldn't make a sound until a cough made sticky liquid come out of his mouth. Seeing a large red spread in front of his eyes, Andrew understood that it was his blood spilled on the path of Riverside Park.For some reason unknown to him, he bled out as quickly as an animal in a slaughterhouse.A layer of darkness blinded his eyes. He figured someone had fired a shot at him, though he didn't remember hearing it; maybe someone had stabbed him.Using his last sliver of sobriety, Andrew tried to remember who would murder him.

Breathing is now an almost impossible task for him.He was weak all over, and his life was coming to an end. He waited for the past life to pass by like a slide, waiting for the holy light at the end of the corridor, waiting for a holy voice to guide him to the other side.But none of this happened.Andrew Steelman's final consciousness was a long, painful time before sinking into nothingness. It was 7:15 on a July morning, the lights went out, and Andrew Steelman knew he was dying.