The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 14

The Fireworks Weren’t for Me, the Baby Wasn’t Mine Chapter 14

Harrison stood downstairs from my house. 

The dim yellow streetlight made his shadow look 

exceptionally lonely. 

Perhaps because he had been standing for too 

long, he couldn’t take it anymore; he leaned his 

back against the light post and his whole body 

hunched over. 

I stood by the window drinking milk. 

After finishing it, I looked away and went to bed. 

I hadn’t gone out for the past few days. 

The continuous storms were more than Harrison’s 

body could handle. 

He went from standing to crouching, to sitting 

helplessly. 

His clothes were wet, then dry, then wet again, 

sticking to his skin like a mess; he looked more 

pathetic than a homeless man. 

I watched all this calmly. 

I felt no emotion, and it was even more impossible 

for me to feel sorry for him. 

The suffering he was going through now was not even a fraction of what I felt when I was kneeling on the floor bleeding; I could never forgive him. 

Another round of lightning and thunder came. 

Harrison collapsed, falling face–first into a puddle. 

He was no longer conscious, his body burning with fever, and he kept whispering my name. 

Many people gathered around and called for an 

ambulance. 

Leo hopped off the bus and walked over to me, 

looking over there curiously. 

“Mommy, who fainted?” 

“Someone irrelevant,” I said. 

“Let’s go inside. Tell Mommy about what 

happened at summer camp.” 

Leo skipped back into the house. 

I took one last look at Harrison and closed the 

door. 

After that, Harrison never showed up again. 

He vanished from our lives, as if those days of 

persistent stalking were just an illusion. 

Half a year later, I received a letter. 

Inside were signed divorce papers and a document for the transfer of property. 

Harrison chose to leave with nothing. 

“Mommy, did someone send you a letter?” 

“Who is it?” 

Leo leaned over the back of my lounge chair, 

trying to peek. 

I put everything back into the envelope. 

“Nothing.” 

“Leo, are you happy now?” 

Leo stretched his arms out under the blue sky and 

white clouds; he laughed, picked a tulip from the 

garden, and tucked it behind my ear. 

“Of course I’m happy.” 

“As long as I’m with Mommy, I’m happy.” 

I rubbed his soft hair. 

A smile touched my eyes. “Mommy is happy too.” 

“We’ll be even happier in the future.”