The caption read: [Who says childhood friends can't compete with fate? Ariana has only ever peeled oranges for me.]
From the moment I met her, I knew Ariana despised peeling citrus.
The lingering scent annoyed her, which was why we never kept oranges at home.
If we ever bought some, it was always me who peeled them for her.
So, she could break her own rules after all.
She just wouldn't do it for me.
With that realization, I turned to the System and said calmly, "Forget it. There's nothing left to fight for."
My heart had already turned to stone.
From the moment Ariana decided on the divorce, my fate was sealed.
What difference did it make if it happened sooner or later?
The System's voice softened. "Alright, Host. But before you're erased, I can grant you one wish."
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "A wish? Can you make Ariana fall back in love with me?"
The System paused, contemplating.
"I can only do what's within my power, like deciding how you're erased."
"What does that mean? A terminal illness or an accident?"
"Something like that."
That method of erasure seemed to lift any burden from Ariana's conscience.
So, I thought long and hard.