Serena returned to her roots. After all that bitterness, sweetness finally came. She moved out of Mongkok Tower and got the best medical care money could buy. She inherited the family business. Got engaged to some rich heir.
Her life kept getting better. Her name started appearing on financial news channels.
And me? I replaced my heart with the cheapest artificial one on the market. Curled up in the Underground, silently waiting to wither away.
Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.
Even I didn't expect that at the end of my life, I'd see Serena again.
……
The roar of the sports car cut through my memories.
When I looked up, her figure had already vanished into the dust.
I patted myself off, picked up the loose change from the ground, and walked back to that shabby little rental.
Maybe Serena had already forgotten. That we once lived here together, happy, for a very long time.
Maybe she still hadn't been able to forget.
So she wanted to tear down this building. Tear down every memory tied to me.
But none of that mattered anymore.
An artificial heart only lasts seven years.