When Love Breaks by jack

“Besides, I actually support your decision to stay in the States,” he said.

I pursed my lips slightly. “Why?”

“I’ve got a friend here, a top–notch psychologist. Jane, she can definitely help. you with your depression”

“Mark, like I said, that Sertraline belongs to Christine.

I didn’t want to admit it.

Mark reached out, gently touching the newly healed scar on my wrist, “First the cutting, then jumping into the lake, it’s clear you’re not valuing your life, lacking the desire to keep going. You still trying to hide it from me?”

I turned my head towards the window. “I don’t even know what’s happening…

My mind was racing with uncontrollable thoughts, and it felt like even my own body was no longer under my control.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The signs had been there for a while.

But it became more obvious in the month after I returned from Vista Town to RiverCity.

It was Christine who noticed something was wrong, dragging me to the hospital where I was diagnosed with severe depression.

The day I cut myself, if it weren’t for needing to check on Gregory’s situation in Vista Town, I might not have even bothered to bandage my wounds.

“It’s okay.” Mark leaned in, looking me in the eyes. “You’re just sick, that’s all. Jane, who doesn’t get sick living in this world? Some have physical illnesses, others have mental illnesses. After you’re discharged, I’ll take you to see my friend. I’ve already talked to her about you, and she’s confident.”

“Alright…”

“And do you remember, back in college, how our professor wanted you to study abroad with me?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

Back then, the professor really believed in my talent, but I had no money.

Studying abroad, even with a full scholarship, the daily expenses were still at fortune for me at the time.

I chuckled. “You’re not suggesting I go back to college with those students at my age, are you?”

“Not at all,” He replied, “There’s a genius designer who wants to take you on as an apprentice. He saw your work and said if you weren’t tied down by the market, you’d likely create even more astonishing pieces.”

Mark had everything sorted out for me, from my treatment to my career, he had left nothing neglected.

I looked at him gratefully, smiling. “Mark, you’ve thought of everything. I don’t know how I can ever repay you…”

“This is enough.”

He pointed to the red string bracelet with a jade bead he was wearing on his hand.

I was too embarrassed to tell him that in a rush to find a birthday gift for him, I had taken the jade bead from my cat’s collar.

Then I had my mom restring it with the red cord as a birthday gift.

I confessed, “That… it’s not worth much.”

Mark chuckled, “Do you think I’m short on money?”

“Right.”

Something came to me, “Mark, after you saved me the other day, did you. happen to see a rabbit jade pendant?”

The rabbit jade pendant was missing.

“A rabbit jade pendant?” Mark paused, then answered gently, “I don’t recall seeing it. Could it be at the Ferguson Mansion?”

“Unlikely.”

Knowing it was something my mother left for me, I’ve always worn it close to me and never taken it off.

Mark frowned. “Then it might have fallen into the lake. I’ll get in touch with the RiverCity police department, see if they’ve found it?”

“Okay.” I nodded.

But I also knew it was highly unlikely it would be found.

The only things the police could retrieve were cars.

Even if the pendant had fallen into the car, during the retrieval process, it could have ended up anywhere.

Finding it was as impossible as finding a needle in a haystack.