He wanted to use it to say sorry to me and make up with me.
But by that time, almost every bone in my body had already been broken.
I couldn’t open the door for him.
And I couldn‘t accept his love that came too late either.
Through the door viewer, the murderer saw Draco and showed a strange smile.
“You rich people, not one of you is good.”
“If it were not for this man always letting things slide, you would not have grown this proud.”
“As long as he dares to walk through this door, I will kill him and bury you both together!”
He lifted an axe and hid beside the door, ready at any second to strike Draco with a deadly hit.
If at that moment I had called out to him for help, I believe he would have rushed in right away to save me.
But I didn’t dare to take that risk.
He was still young.
He still had a bright future waiting for him.
He had already given me the happiest twenty years of my life.
He had already given up so much for me.
I couldn’t be so selfish as to let him die for me, too.
So, between living and dying…
I chose Draco.
Using the final bit of power still in me, I yelled toward him, “Draco, don’t come searching for me again.”
“I have already… started loving someone new.”