Die in His Tenderness

“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.