What was more cruel, Troy did it on my birthday. It was clearly four years ago on my birthday that he confessed his love to me with a blushing face.

I could not believe that the person I used to love for eight years would be so cruel to me in the end.

The cell phone rang again, bringing me back to my senses and reminding me of the pain of broken bones.

I didn't dare answer the call or hang up, so I could only put the phone down and silence it.

After calming down a little, I turned on the computer.

I logged into the video website as a visitor, searched for the keywords in my memory and sure enough, I saw Troy’s live broadcast room.

I clenched and unclenched my hands several times before I finally clicked in.

At that moment, Troy still told the viewer about our love story, just like in our previous life.

In the live broadcast room, Troy didn't mention a word about himself and Terra, he just said that he hoped I could give him a chance to part ways amicably.

“I just want to see her one last time. Our relationship started on her birthday. If we really have to separate, I also hope that it will be a beginning and an end, so that I can spend her last birthday with her.”

As a result, netizens were moved by his words and left messages in the barrage.

“I don't know why you broke up, but if you love someone, you should pursue them bravely.”

“The probability of two people falling in love in the world is lower than winning the lottery. I support the live streamer in trying to save the relationship.”

“Since you are seeking peace, you should be sincere. Let me give you a gift to see if I am sincere.”

Just like in my previous life, as soon as this sentence appeared, I received a payment reminder on my phone.

At the same time, Troy showed his 7,000 dollars transfer record on the screen.

“I would give every gift I get here to her, anything for her until she would see me again.

“But she didn't answer my call. Do you have any other ideas? I'm willing to try.”

In my previous life, the reason I went downstairs was not because of his money transfer, but because of the helplessness I felt when I saw that person, who was usually cold and arrogant, was willing to compromise and asked netizens for advice for my sake.

That was a side of him I had never seen before and since it was a very abrupt breakup, I still planned to meet him to talk it out and hear his explanation.

So I answered the phone and went downstairs. But what I got in return for my soft-heartedness was being torn into pieces.

That time, I clearly knew the result, so when I saw Troy's face, I did not have any pity anymore.

But suddenly a voice in my heart was clamoring to go see him. I was even wondering if he had some difficulties in his previous life.

As a result, I was shocked by my own thoughts and gasped for breath.

I rushed into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water for a few minutes before I calmed down and looked at myself in the mirror.

“I'm hopeless for this love-brained person of mine. I know the ending, but I still want to meet him?”

After calming down and looking at the computer again, Troy lowered his head as if he was sad.

The netizen actually said that I might not be looking at my phone or was asleep, so it would be more sincere for him to come directly to my house.

At the same time, another comment caught my attention.

“I advise netizens not to get involved in other people's karma. I think this live streamer has a sad face but fierce eyes. Maybe he is a wolf in human skin. 

“Haven't you heard of those dismemberment cases? Sometimes, a person holds a grudge against someone who once loved them after being abandoned. So, when her love fades, all he wants is to tear her apart.

“It's better not to advise him to look for girls in the middle of the night, guys.”

I didn’t see this comment in my previous life because I had already gone downstairs by then.

But the ending was exactly as he said and I was eventually scattered all over the place.

Just as I was stunned, Troy suddenly raised his head.

“Then I will go to her house to look for her. I hope I will not scare her. Because it involves privacy such as her address, I will not broadcast it live later. Everyone, please wish me good luck.”

He was clearly saying that with a smile, but I felt like his eyes were looking directly at me through the screen, as if he was saying.

“I found you.”

After saying that, Troy turned off the live broadcast.

I shuddered all over. I turned off the computer without even having time to exit the live broadcast, picked up my phone and keys, then went out.

Looking at the two elevators rising at the same time, I didn't know which one he was in.

When I went out, I checked the surveillance video in the lobby of the apartment building and saw him walk into the elevator.

In order to avoid meeting me, he chose to take the stairs.

But when I hurried to the 10th floor, I felt inexplicably anxious.

I didn't know if it was because I was just nervous or if it was my sixth sense that danger was coming.

I stood there unable to move forward, so I looked down from the corner.

Since the downstairs signs were not on, it indicated that no one had come up.

But the pitch-black darkness always made me feel that if I went any further, I would end up in an abyss.

As a result, I just stood there in silence.

As time went by, every minute that passed seemed so long.

I was scared but also looking forward to it. I thought I might be crazy.

Could it be that after I died once, my brain was damaged, or maybe the composition of my body cells was messed up because of the dismemberment Troy did to me before?

But the stairwell was so quiet that my breathing sounded heavy.

Just as I was hesitating, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

I did not know why it didn't even alert the emergency lights, but his step felt like it was stepping heavily on my heart.

Although I kept comforting myself that my house was on the 18th floor and Troy would not be able to use the stairs, I still did not dare to act rashly.

But at that moment, the security door of the stairwell was pushed open with a magnetic click.

The sudden voice made me almost scream as I was already nervous and I looked at the person who came with my eyes wide open.

Gordon was probably also frightened by me and just as he was about to speak, I covered his mouth.

Only after I dragged him into his house did I sit down on the ground along the door frame, exhausted.

He handed me a glass of water while asking, “Miss Lutz, what's wrong with you?”

My mouth was dry so I took it and drank it in big gulps without bothering to explain.

“Is there a surveillance camera in front of your house? Can you bring it up for me to see?”

I just noticed that there was a surveillance camera in front of Gordon’s door, facing the direction of the corridor, so I asked about it.

Looking at the picture on the phone from a minute ago, I tried my best to control my hands from shaking.

In the picture, just a few seconds after Gordon and I closed the door, a hand pushed open the door of the emergency staircase.

Troy appeared in the camera with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He looked around and then stared gloomily at the door of Gordon's house.

He did take the stairs, but why?

I unconsciously stepped back, pulled Gordon away from the door and muttered, “That is impossible. Why is this happening?”

He clearly entered the elevator and there was no one on the stairs before, so why did he appear on the stairs from the elevator?

During the four years that Troy and I were together, there were many times when we had such spiritual connections.

Sometimes, he knew what I wanted to eat before I even said it, even if the idea just came to me.

Then, every gift he gave me also was what I wanted, even though I never told or discussed it to him before.

Even when we quarreled, he always knew exactly what made me angry and apologized accordingly.

At that time, I felt it was sweet, it was a tacit understanding, it was the feeling of two people loving and familiar with each other.

But then I just found it unbelievable, even terrifying.

The feeling of being unable to escape made me feel suffocated.

“Miss Lutz, why are you muttering to yourself?”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Troy's voice. “Aubrey, is that you?”

I fell down on the sofa, making Gordon take the phone and looked at the surveillance camera.

“Did you meet a pervert? Is he following you?” he asked again.

My whole body was tense and I couldn't come up with an answer.

After all, I watched him walk towards the gate on the surveillance video, so I could not help but be scared by his actions.

At that moment, Gordon suddenly walked to the door.

I directly pulled his arm and shook my head wildly. “Don't, don't open the door," I begged him.

Gordon Craig was a new computer teacher in our school and he happened to be in the same office as me.

In fact, we didn't say much to each other, but I didn't expect that he actually lived downstairs from my house. So, he was the only lifeline I could grasp at that moment.

Since I also did not know what Troy had on him. Would there be an ax in the flowers besides the drugs?

Gordon saw that I was trembling all over and squatted down to comfort me. “Don't be afraid, relax and take a deep breath.”

He gently pried my hand open, but then I noticed that I had pinched his arm and broken the skin.

“I'm sorry," I said, apologizing for my action.

Before I could finish my words, the phone screen lit up again. I almost cried when I saw Troy's name on it.

Even though I had turned off the sound before, I still wanted to throw my phone away out of stress, but I didn't dare to make any sound.

I had no choice but to curl up in the corner with my head in my hands. 

I didn’t know how much time had passed until Gordon's voice sounded again. “Don't be afraid, he's gone. Do you need me to call the police for you?”

With that, I suddenly remembered something. So, I handed over my cell phone while asking, “Mr. Craig, can you help me check if there is a location tracking system installed on my phone?”

Half an hour later, Gordon told me that there was no tracking plug-in in the mobile phone.

I also checked my whole body in the bathroom and there was nothing special about my clothes and hairpins.

That truth made me even more confused. Could love really make people have telepathy?

But he didn't love me. If he loved me, how could he kill me so that he could be with Terra?

Finally, I briefly told Gordon about what happened between me and Troy.

“He is my ex-boyfriend. He proposed to break up but came back to get back together. I think he was being too aggressive so I want to avoid him.”

I just told Gordon that I had seen too many cases of wife-murdering on the Internet and what netizens said, so I was a little scared when Troy showed up in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, Gordon didn't ask much, just comforted me.

“If you have emotional problems, it's better not to meet in private easily. It's better for a girl to be cautious. You did the right thing. The other person doesn't look like a stable person either.

“I think we should call the police. At least they have a record of it.”

But I shook my head, since it was no use.

An hour later, accompanied by Gordon, I went home and packed some clothes.

I did not dare to live at home anymore, plus I was a little scared to go to a hotel alone. So, it was Gordon who took me in. I slept in his room and he slept on the sofa.

As for the reason why I did not call the police was because I really could not give them any proof. 

Troy had not done anything to hurt me so far. Apart from coming to my house to find me, he had not done anything else extreme. 

So, the last thing I could do was to stay away from him.

Luckily, the school was on summer vacation recently. I also found a travel guide pamphlet on Gordon’s bedside table, so I spoke shamelessly.