it.
She let her eye bags grow heavier, her complexion become haggard, her once black and shiny long hair turn white, she didn’t care about any of
She just prayed day and night for my father, hoping that the man she loved deeply would slowly get better.
I understood my father’s words.
But I knew my own heart even better.
Deep down, I knew that the medical fees were just an excuse. Every day away from Ethan, I dreamed of returning to his side.
Deep love made me return to him with a glimmer of hope.
I couldn’t help but think, what if I didn’t develop the disease?
Or if I left him resolutely when the disease developed? At least I could have left more happy memories with him, without having to to sleep on lonely nights of longing…
But I never imagined.
What awaited me was not love, but bone–deep hatred.
What was left for me was not happiness, but a suffocating nightmare…
“Phew~”
“Don’t cry.”
“It’s over, it’s all over…”
No matter what, between Ethan and me, there was no more deep love that could withstand life and death.
8.
cry myself
My condition deteriorated faster than I had imagined.
As soon as winter set in, I became too weak to continue working, unable to repay Adam for the medicine.
Seeing that I would rather wait for death than take his medicine, Adam became anxious.
“You think you owe me by taking my medicine? We’ve grown up together since childhood. Letting me watch you die with my own eyes, doesn’t that make me owe you?”
I understood Adam’s meaning.
In this world, there are not only monetary debts, but also emotional debts.
If I really died without accepting his help, I didn’t know how to repay this friendship.
11:39 AM J
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Seeing me silent, Adam said firmly: “Alright, I’ll take you out for a big meal tonight, and tomorrow you’ll prepare to be hospitalized. Even if it can’t be cured, at least you can go more comfortably…”
I wiped away tears of gratitude and nodded in agreement.
Perhaps thinking about entering the hospital tomorrow, where I would never come out again like my father, I couldn’t help but eat a bit more. I accidentally choked, and Adam quickly came to my side, gently patting my back.
The next moment, a familiar figure suddenly rushed over, grabbing Adam’s collar and throwing him aside.
“Rachel Wilson!”
“You won’t come back to me because you still love this guy? So you want to be with him in your final days?”
Looking at Ethan’s haggard and angry face, I was dazed for a long time before reacting.
“Why are you here?”
“Why am I here? Haha… Why am I here?!”
Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot as he gritted out: “I’ve been desperately searching for you for over a month. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep. I’ve been living worse than death every day, and you ask me why I’m here?”
“Rachel Wilson, we were once in love. How can you be so heartless, so cruel? Compared to you, I was too soft–hearted these 7 years-”
“Shut up!”
Adam couldn’t listen anymore and interrupted Ethan: “You have no right to talk to Rachel like that! You don’t know how much she loves you. She’s never done anything to wrong you!”
Adam’s words suddenly made Ethan, who was about to throw a punch, freeze.
If they were rivals, Adam wouldn’t say these things.
Ethan’s voice weakened a bit, becoming slightly hoarse: “What do you mean?”
I couldn’t stop Adam in time before he blurted out: “Rachel knew 10 years ago that she would develop the disease. She left you not because of money, but because she was afraid you’d be too heartbroken…”
That night, Ethan finally learned the truth.
The anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by sadness, guilt, and… deep fear.
He thought about how he had treated me all these years.
Thought about the girls he had brought home one after another. His tall frame shook uncontrollably, his mouth open but unable to make a sound.
I was too tired, too lazy to guess what he was thinking.
I just looked at him calmly and said: “You don’t need to feel guilty. No matter what, I was the one who hid it from you and left back then, then took your money to come back.”
“You said it yourself, we’ve both hurt each other. Let’s call it even.”
Before turning to leave, I left one last sentence: “Don’t bother me again in the future.”