Joel caressed my face, mumbling nonsense to himself. “Arie, be good. Wake up now, okay? I’m sorry. Stop being mad at me,
alright?
“When you wake up, I’ll take you to Jonstir to see the snow. That’s the place you always wanted to go, right?”
Disgust churned in my stomach. He never called me by anything but my full name when I was alive.
To him, I had been nothing more than a household fixture–taken out when needed and left to gather dust when not.
At least while I lived, he never pretended to love me.
Who was he putting on this act for now? Did he really think this insincere display would bring me back?
As my lifelong friend, Eileen could no longer stand it. She shoved him away from my corpse.
“Aurora has been dead for three days! What are you pretending to be so heartbroken for now? Joel, you’re nothing but a piece of
trash–you
never deserved everything she gave you! Go back to your precious first love! Stop disgusting Aurora any further!”
Joel remained motionless on his knees, allowing her nails to rake bloody scratches across his face.
He looked utterly deranged, muttering Incoherently, “I never wanted to divorce her… I was just used to her
her always b
being there….
1/2
+15 BONUS
“No matter the mistakes I made, she never blamed me. I thought she would never leave me… She promised to stay with me for a
lifetime…”
By the time he reached the end of his rambling, he had utterly broken down, sobbing hysterically.
“Not once did I not love Arie! I just… I just thought I wasn’t worthy of her…” 1
I sneered coldly. So, it was my love that gave him the audacity to take me for granted.
He thought he could do whatever he wanted, and I would always stay.
That was why he gave all his tenderness to another woman, convinced that no matter how he neglected me, I would still follow him like a fool.
But his insecurity should never have become a knife, repeatedly stabbing into the one person who loved him most in this world.
Joel, you are the greediest man I’ve ever met. You wanted to rekindle your romance with your first love, yet still expected me to stay home as your backup plan. But where in the world does such good fortune exist? Who do you think you are to have it both ways?
As memories of the past seven years flooded my mind, I let out a self–deprecating laugh–only to realize, bitterly, that I couldn’t stop the tears from falling
