A Phone Call Across Ten Years
Language: en
After I died in the study room fire, I opened my eyes again and found myself ten years in the future. I dug out my phone from my backpack and carefully called my brother Ethan: "Ethan, can you come pick me up?" He didn't answer. On the other end of the line, I could only hear heavy, labored breathing. I couldn't help but feel afraid: "If you can't, could you lend me some money? "Ethan?" Ethan, who was in the middle of attempting suicide, stumbled out of the blood-stained bathtub. Through gritted teeth, he said: "I don't care who you are. Wait for me." 1 Cold raindrops fell. I…