Watching them disappear down the hallway, a sharp, needle-like pain pricked at my heart.
But all I could do was laugh bitterly at how pathetic it all felt.
In my past life, I got what I wanted—Serena became my girlfriend. Yet, happiness never followed.
On my birthday, I hoped for nothing more than a simple celebration with her. Instead, she told me, “I’m busy with work. Can you stop bothering me?”
Later, I saw pictures on Cyril’s friends' social media. He and Serena had gone skiing in the mountains that day.
Not only that. When I was writhing in pain from a stomach ulcer and asked her to accompany me to the hospital, she brushed me off impatiently. “I’m not a doctor. If it hurts, go to the hospital. Why are you telling me?”
But not long after, I saw her at the hospital—standing beside Cyril, who had come in for nothing more than a cold.
Then there was also a time I planned a surprise for our anniversary. But on my way back, I got into a car accident.
The doctors called her, urgently asking her to come to the hospital to sign for my surgery.
Her response? “Is he dead? If not, don’t bother me.”