still.
As if I’d never existed.
As if I’d been asleep for a long time.
John was silent for a few seconds.
Г
Then his eyes turned red, his lips trembled,
and he roared, “Emily! Look at me! Emily, I’m back! Don’t you hate me?! I’m here! Wake up! Wake up!”
John picked me up, then collapsed to the
floor.
Nurses called security, but he kicked them
away.
His wedding suit was torn and messy, but he
still clung to me.
Lily arrived, and he dragged her towards me.
“It’s you! You killed her!”
Lily cowered in fear.
“You’re crazy! She’s already dead!”
“Lies!”
John slapped Lily across the face.
Lily snapped.
She glared at him, “She’s dead! You killed
her! What are you pretending for?!”
The room fell silent.
“I’m going to kill you.”
The look in John’s eyes was terrifying.
Lily scrambled back, terrified.
Until my teacher arrived with security
She looked at everyone calmly.
“Her condition deteriorated a few hours ago.
She’s gone. She asked me to give you this letter.”
The teacher handed John a letter.
It was a letter I wrote to him in college, when I
had a crush on him.
John took the letter, his face etched with
disbelief.
He finished reading it and collapsed to his
knees.
The thud must have hurt.
He hunched over. shoulders shaking, and let
out a heart–wrenching sob.
Thanks to Lily, it was the first time I’d ever
seen him cry.
John refused to let go of my body even after
dark.
His true love had been me all along.
Even if it wasn’t me, whoever married him
would suffer.
He didn’t deserve anyone’s love.
John ordered everyone to stay away from us.
He told the hospital staff he was shutting
down the ward for a month for renovations.
He knelt by my bedside, silent.
It was just the two of us in the room.
Quiet, except for the sound of breathing.
My breathing.
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January 27, 2039.
I’m going to kill my husband.
January 27, 2029.
I think I have a crush on the hot guy in the
next class, John. But I think he’s going to ask
Lily out. Just my luck.
January 28, 2039.
I don’t have much time left, but I want a
perfect ending. I want justice for my baby. I
can’t die before John.
January 28, 2029:
He’s so amazing. I want to write him a love letter, but I’m too scared to give it to him. I’ll just slip it anonymously into his locker. It’s
already overflowing with love letters.
February 3, 2039:
I’m using John’s money to extend my
treatment. A friend at the hospital is helping
- me. There’s going to be a glitch in my room’s
security cameras on John’s wedding day. It’s
not something I can control, these things
happen.
February 3, 2029
I bought a pretty envelope with my own.
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money. Amy says my crush will definitely be
reciprocated. But John and Lily are getting
closer. I should give up.
February 8, 2039
The maintenance guy left his scissors in my
room. I put them in the drawer. He said it’s
good to have tools around, just in case. He
gave me a free boba tea, too. I didn’t say
thank you because he said not to.
February 9, 2029
Lily and John are officially dating. Everyone
says they’re a perfect match. Amy feels bad
for me, especially since I saved him. Guess
the cheesy rom–com ending isn’t for me. But
I can’t help my feelings.
February 10, 2039
I’m looking better, probably just a final burst
of energy. My teacher visits sometimes. I
heard John is busy planning the wedding and Lily is posting about it all over social media.
No one remembers me anymore. I secretly put
on some foundation.
February 10, 2029
I saw Lily and John arguing. John isn’t good
at comforting people, he actually made Lily
cry. Lily went home upset and threw a
tantrum. My parents said they were going to
give her half of my allowance.
February 12, 2039
My teacher visited again. She noticed my
makeup. I joked that I wanted to look good
even when I’m dying. She just told me to
focus on being happy. I nodded and hid the
foundation in the bathroom.
February 13, 2029
Lily said I stole something from her. John told her he’d buy her a new one. Lily slapped me, and we got into a fight. John apologized to her. I didn’t say anything. He asked why I
wouldn’t admit we were sisters at school.
February 15, 2039
I’m feeling a bit better, but the doctor says
things aren’t looking good. He’s lying, he used
to have a crush on Lily.
February 18, 2029
We graduated high school. Lily and John
broke up because she’s moving overseas. My
parents spent a fortune so she could study
art. I had good grades too, but my parents
said there was only enough money for one of
- us. I gave in again.
く
March 1, 2039
John actually came to visit. He said no one
was to blame for the baby. I sobbed
uncontrollably. If he really had a clear
conscience, he wouldn’t have come. I know
he’s starting to regret things.
March 2, 2029
John confessed his feelings for me. He
looked at my face, paused, then smiled. I
knew he was attracted to me. I look a bit like
Lily.
March 15, 2039
I got the wedding invitation. I even sent a big
gift. I hope John and Lily are miserable
together. I found my old love letter from high
school while packing. The one I never sent.
March 15, 2029
I rejected John. He said he would forget
about Lily, that they had no future. Lily had a new boyfriend. So I said yes.
May 21, 2039
I watched John and Lily’s wedding livestream
and pulled out my oxygen tube. I closed my
eyes. I heard him crying and begging for
forgiveness at my bedside. My hands grew
cold.
May 21, 2034
John and I got married. The courthouse was
packed. The clerk wished us a happy
marriage. I was ecstatic. John patted my
head, but he didn’t smile.
May 21, 2039, 6 PM
The scissors went into John’s chest. Only his
fingerprints are on them. He said he regretted
The scissors went into John’s chest. Only his
fingerprints are on them. He said he regretted
everything, his eyes wide with shock. I forgive
him.
October 18, 2039
I renovated my old house. John’s death was
ruled a suicide. I used his money for plastic
surgery and started a new life.
