Chapter 5
The familiar smell of antiseptic.
had been taken to the hospital, Colin’s voice thick with remorse as he cried by my side.
“Hannah, please open your eyes and look at me.”
“Hannah, don’t leave me alone!”
“Hannah, please…”
“Sir, please don’t interfere with our work!” a nurse scolded, echoing my thoughts. Every word Colin said made me feel sick.
My body was covered in tubes and wires, and the doctor broke the news of my cancer to Colin.
“The patient shows no will to survive. We’ve done all we can; prepare yourself.”
“No… That’s impossible! She was fine–how could it get this bad so suddenly?” Colin’s voice was choked with tears.
The doctor replied sternly, “With cancer at this stage, the patient likely hasn’t been able to eat and probably suffers severe pain each night. Didn’t you notice anything?”
I hadn’t eaten properly in ages, my body felt like it was tearing apart night after night, but of course, Colin didn’t know. He spent every night in Jessica’s arms, taking care of their unborn child.
“No! She won’t die! You’re all incompetent! I’ll take her abroad for treatment–she’s not going to die!”
That day, Colin, like a madman, tried to drag me out of the hospital. Doctors and nurses had to restrain him; if he’d forced me out, I wouldn’t have lasted half a day.
When I woke up, Colin was sitting at my bedside, holding my hand tightly. Overnight, he looked years older, unshaven, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing me awake, a glimmer of joy filled his exhausted gaze.
“Hannah, you’re awake.”
His tears fell on my face, and before I could say a word, he pulled me into a suffocating embrace. “Hannah, I’m sorry. I was wrong. Don’t leave me.”
“Promise me you won’t leave me, okay?”
My face turned red with suppression, and it
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took me a while to catch my breath before I had the strength to scold him, “Get out!”
Colin’s face was streaming with tears, overwhelmed by the intensity of his pain. “Hannah, didn’t you want to see the cherry blossoms? When you get better, let’s go see them together, okay?”
His eyes were filled with pleading, as if he was genuinely afraid that I might die.
I rarely saw him cry. Years ago, to save him, I had been in a car accident, and my body had been damaged to the point that I could no longer bear children. He had held me, crying like a child, swearing he would give his life to me in this lifetime.
Perhaps it was my heart melting at his tears and trusting his deceitful words, that led me to such a miserable end.
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my eyes in exhaustion.
life had been like those cherry blossoms already fallen, and my life, too, was nearing its end.
“After I die, please hold a funeral for me, invite all our relatives and friends, and make it as grand as possible.”
I had prepared a gift, one I planned to give him after I was gone.
