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Tears welled up in Rose’s eyes as she tugged at James’s sleeve.
“It doesn’t matter! I like you, James. I’ve liked you for two years. I don’t believe you can’t feel how I feel.”
James brushed her hand away and replied coldly, “I only see you as Luka’s sister.”
Rose’s eyes burned with hurt.
“I’m not your sister! For two years, no matter how kind I’ve been to you, you’ve never responded. But the moment I mention Luka, you drop everything and rush to ask about her.”
“I can only get your attention by using Luka’s name. How could you be so heartless to me?”
James’s expression didn’t shift as he spoke
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quietly, ivy neart only mas room 101 luka. If I’ve caused you pain because of that, I’m sorry. I won’t ask about her again. Goodbye.”
Hearing James’s words, my heart twisted. I couldn’t stop myself from moving closer to him, aching to touch his face.
But as I reached out, my hand passed right through James’s face, and it hit me–I’m not solid anymore. I’m just a wandering spirit.
I floated in front of him, tracing his features with my eyes, hoping that even if I could only watch him a little longer, it would be enough.
Clearly, Rose’s words had struck a nerve.
She stepped forward, blocking James’s path, her eyes red as she spoke without thinking.
“James! Luka’s dead! She’s dead! Forget about her!”
James staggered back, as though struck, grinning Bose’s shoulders tightly, staring at
her in disbelief.
“What are you talking about?”
Rose lifted her chin, her voice firm.
“I’m not lying. She’s really gone. It was gland failure. I just came from her funeral this morning.”
James couldn’t believe it. He grabbed Rose by the arm and stormed out of the room, driving her all the way to my grave.
It wasn’t until he saw my photo on the tombstone that he realized Rose had told the
truth.
He dropped to his knees in front of my grave, sobbing like a child.
A sharp ache pierced my heart.
My foster parents and sisters hadn’t shed a single tear for me, yet James–the one I had
James sat in front of my grave for what felt like forever, while Rose, unable to bear the cold atmosphere of the cemetery, left long before he did.
Miraculously, I wasn’t taken along with her this time. Instead, I stayed beside James.
After his crying subsided, James seemed to accept the painful truth. He quickly stood up, rushed to buy a bouquet of flowers and some offerings, and returned to my grave.
As I looked at the empty space where I now lay, I realized something gut–wrenching:
my foster parents and sisters hadn’t even brought me a single flower after my death.
In their eyes, I wasn’t even worth remembering.
From that moment on, I found myself bound to James in some inexplicable way.
thout fail he would visit the
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From that moment on, I found myself bound to James in some inexplicable way. Every week, without fail, he would visit the cemetery, sitting by my tombstone, pouring out his thoughts as though I were still there with him.
He thought I couldn’t hear him. He didn’t know I had always been right by his side.
A week later, Rose and Sebastian held their marking ceremony as planned.
James received a phone call, and shortly after, a couple from the wolf pack appeared before him, carrying a box.
Seeing the familiar packaging, my heart skipped a beat.
