Cheyne's face instantly sank when he saw me.
"Who let you come? You are not welcome here!"
I knew I was not welcome without him saying it, but I still wanted to find an excuse to see him.
I wanted to take a good look at him, maybe it was a farewell.
I forced a smile, pulling the corners of my mouth.
"Happy birthday!"
I handed him an envelope containing my diagnosis certificate.
"This is my last birthday gift for you."
Cheyne's face instantly turned dark, "Are you cursing me?"
He suddenly knocked the envelope out of my hand, the force was so strong that my arm went numb.
I didn't know if it was because death was approaching, but even the slightest pain was magnified several times.
"Cheryl, if you don't want to come, you don't have to. Do you think I will beg you to come?"
It's not that I don't want to come, I can't come anymore.
"Before leaving, clean up the mess in your bedroom. Winnie happens to need a music room."
I turned around and went upstairs, pushing open the door to my bedroom.
The furnishings inside had been frozen in time since I was ten years old.
The princess dresses my mom bought for me were still in the wardrobe.
I packed my childhood clothes into the box one by one.