No One Saved Me

Three years ago, my boyfriend rescued me from a fire, but the accident left me almost unrecognizable. For three years, despite online criticism and objections from friends and family, he stayed by my side and cared for me devotedly. I thought that without him, I wouldn’t have been able to go on living. Then, on the day I was discharged, he took my hand and led me out of the hospital. Under the glare of the reporters’ cameras, he looked so uncomfortable, as if he were holding a foul-smelling garbage bag he had nowhere to throw away.