Chapter 2
He resented me for insisting on having the wedding that day, for causing him to lose his parents, and most of all, for daring to dream of moving on and starting anew.
That familiar wave of self–loathing surged within me, and the temptation to give up resurfaced. Just let me go.
Yet, the final words of Howard and Mary before they passed held onto me like an enchantment. They had pleaded with me to remain by Adam’s side until he could let go of the past–only then would they find peace.
My task was unfinished. I couldn’t leave this world yet.
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With this determination hands and knees. Shaking, I reached for the pin bottle, only for it to be snatched away from me. When I looked up, tears were streaming down my face.
“Oh, Sophia! Why are you taking antidepressants?”
Adam rushed to my side, looking at me with a puzzled expression. “You were really… sick? Why didn’t you tell me?! Let’s go to the hospital right
now!
“Who would have thought? You always seemed so happy and carefree. Could someone like you really be depressed? Don’t tell me you were just making an excuse…”
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Adam’s expression suddenly turned cold, as if a chilling realization had struck him, and he tossed the medicine I’d just opened into the trash.
I dropped to the floor and frantically searched through the trash. I couldn’t
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give up now. If I surrendered, Adam would be forever trapped in the past.
Pulling the pill bottle from the refuse, I shook with anxiety as I twisted off the cap and poured a handful of pills into my mouth.
Taking the medication would improve things; just take the medicine, and that unsettling feeling would fade away.
A sudden, violent grip tightened around my wrist, and I was yanked into the bathroom, half–dragged and half–pulled. My hair was yanked, and a finger jammed into my mouth, twisting until I gagged and threw up uncontrollably.
“Sophia, haven’t you had enough of these pathetic stunts? If you want to die, do it somewhere else. Don’t play the martyr in front of me. It just makes me feel worse!” /
The door banged shut behind him as he left with Kellie. I collapsed onto the bathroom floor like a This book had been added on your bookshelf. fixed on the empty pill bottle, completely drained.
Inadvertently, my finger pressed a number, and a calm, emotionless voice responded.
“Hello, Euthanasia Appointment Center. How may I assist you?”
Realizing what had slipped from my lips, I quickly ended the call, heart racing, and wiped away the tears.
I thought, “No! I can’t leave Adam behind!”
The following morning, I faced the mirror, plastered on a wide smile, wished myself a happy birthday, and hoped for Adam’s happiness and serenity.
Yet, the sorrow and hollowness in my eyes lingered. All I could manage was to meticulously reshape the curve of my smiling lips.
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Clutching a thermal lunch box, I stood silently outside the office, waiting for the secretary to let them know I was there. The odd looks and murmurs from the office staff felt like blunt knives slicing into me. My legs felt numb by the time I was finally invited in.
Kellie was seated on the sofa, enjoying some fruit, while Adam leaned over to gently wipe the corner of her mouth, eagerly tidying up the lunch- containers.
I recognized it immediately. It was Adam’s cooking.
Honestly, he wasn’t all that skilled in the kitchen.
During my teenage years, when my parents were unable to care for both of us, I was placed with the Hacith family. Howard and Mary treated me with kindness, but I still seemed to wither away before their eyes.
Adam would often wear a stoic expression as he clumsily cooked eggs for me, a quiet understanding shared between us during those early days.
In our most treasured year together, he took charge of all my meals, ranging from intimate candlelit dinners to comforting home–cooked dishes. Even when his hands were blistered from hot oil, he would conceal the burns behind his back, pretending to be indifferent as he awaited my response. Little did he know his bright eyes had already given him away.
He once said, “To win a woman’s heart, you must first capture her
stomach. I’ll make you so accustomed to my cooking that you’ll never be able to leave me.”
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