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My father was an FBI agent. He was often away on business, spending over 200 days a year away from home.
Every time he came back, I was overjoyed and would pester him with questions.
That day was my fifth birthday, and my parents said they would take me to McDonald’s.
I sat on the back of my father’s bicycle, holding a pinwheel that spun in the wind.
The wheels of fate also began to turn.
I only remember several loud “bang” sounds.
I fell off my father’s bicycle.
Before my eyes, everything turned blood red.
My parents lay in a pool of blood.
I don’t know how long it was before a man ran over, picked me up, and covered my eyes:
“Little girl, it’s okay, don’t be afraid.”
The man took me back to his home.
At first, I wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t speak, and wouldn’t cry. I was like a walking corpse
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The man had a son named Lucas, who talked to me every day, tried to cheer me up, and played cops and robbers with me.
Later, we went to school together, did homework together, took exams together, and got into the same police academy.
After graduating from the academy, we joined the same police department and became detectives together.
We worked on many big cases together, shedding blood and sweat.
One year, I was injured during a mission. Before I was wheeled into the operating room, Lucas held my hand and cried, saying he loved me.
“Chloe, you must live. I want to marry you.”
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During our school years, neither of us had dated anyone else, and even after we started working, we tacitly avoided talking about marriage. We knew we were waiting for each other.
After I recovered from that injury, Lucas took a day off specially on Valentine’s Day to take me to see the cherry blossoms at St. Mary’s
Church.
It had just snowed that day. The snow weighed down the cherry blossoms, with the church’s spires in the background, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.
Under the cherry blossom tree, Lucas proposed to me.
We embraced, vowing to protect each other for the rest of our lives.
