“You must have heard partly from Han. I've followed him for five years, been married for five years, total ten years, but till the time the accident happened, it was still a one-side love.
After the accident, I got lost in a wasteland. It could also be called spirit's land, although I didn't really believe in spirits before. I didn't know how long I wandered in that desert, just feel that it's a very, very long time. Long enough for me to reminisce about ten years, for me to understand, love is not something that can be achieved with effort. No matter what I do, he won't love me. Long enough for me to compose a long song, oh, did he tell you, I'm an amateur musician. Could not know if it was because the desert is too large, or because I keep walking around. It also made me suddenly remember a quotation, “How can you find the destination, when you don't know where you want to go?”
Then, from the sky, the voice of the god came down, asked me to exchange a half of existence for becoming the person he loves. I didn't wait to hear the full sentence, agreed quickly. That time, I didn't even feel that exchange seems too good for a dying person.
Until the time I realized her existence, it turned out “a half of existence” is not about longevity.
She suddenly bursted into my world. Occupied half of my body. Stole all from me.
The first time I saw their warm, gentle smiles, and his gentle gaze, I realized all of my life previously was a failure. I have been their child for twenty-six years. Been with him for ten years. But within a few months of appearing, she won, won completely.
The one they cherish is her. The person he loves is also her.
There was a time when I was in a daze thought that I could quietly borrow a little time of hers to touch his love.
She had many pictures on her phone. Their smile are so brightly, so happy. Like I'm just a despicable third person who uses the female lead's face to deceive the male lead's love. You don't know how much I hate that indignity. But I was still like a moth rushing into the fire, unable to resist the borrowed sweetness. Every time I look into his gentle eyes, I understand that compared to the whole existence before, the existence flickering like a candle now is more valuable.
However, those moments of happiness are like the tip of a bloody ice knife stuck in the snow as a trap, and I am a stupid wolf who greedily licks to death without knowing that it is my own blood. The better he treats me, the more I realize that he also has colors, can be gentle, can be warm, also knows how to love and take care of the person he loves, and so many years being cold to me is just because he does not love me.
Once I accidentally found out that in order to detect my presence, they even put a password between the two of them, I really wanted to laugh, laugh out loud for my fate. This body is inherently mine alone. I am the true owner of this house, why put the password away from me, watch out for me like a thief?
One evening, I vomited for a long time in the toilet.
I thought, looking at his expression, maybe both of them haven't known yet.
God deliberately let me know first. Why?
I loved him for five years, married for five years, but he never touched me.
She's been here for a few months, and already pregnant.
You know, children are often called the crystallization of their parents' love. Their love even was crystallized, what am I still stubborn here for?
When coming back to my bed, seeing the pillow that had lasted so many years between us now returned to its original position, I knew that my existence for them was like a wild animal, every moment was unsecured. I fully knew that I should leave.
Unfortunately, I'm not the one to decide anything. Every time I stumble into their lives, the only thing I can do is to leave silently. I crouched in the darkness, quietly gnawed at the sweet pictures between him and the other "me", deceiving myself in dreams. I need nothing more than that.
But why was she so cruel?
Why, even my existence could be condescended to her, yet such petty little happiness could not be shared with me?
For what reason, when I reappeared after so many days, I had to face the fact that the child was gone, and that it was my fault?
Why she had to use her own child to harm me?
Why she had to make the person I love want to kill me?
Did he tell you I'm cunning, aggressive?
Actually it's not wrong, just another way of saying smart and strong, right? The matter here is from the very beginning, you all think that smart and strong are not Erin Lewis's personalities. I let you know, that's the nature of Erin Lewis. Only because those love more are the losers, in front of him I become so weak, so low that I am no longer myself like that.
What I really can't stand is, with the same behaviors, why am I weak, low, making people hate, but she is simple, fragile, making people wanna protect?
If she was prettier than me, I might as well take pity on myself, but obviously the same face, why is it always me who is pathetic? Doctor, tell me, what am I different from her? After all, what am I lacking?”
- Doctor, tell me, what am I different from her? After all, what am I lacking?She looked at me, as if waiting. But I didn't have any answer. Finally, she pursed her lips and smiled.- That's all of my story. The story of a no-being-loved one.- So, the first condition, you pity me, quickly think of a way to reincarnate me, okay? - She said. I surprisingly raised my head. Perhaps because she spoke out about the burdens in heart, her health was also improved, she seemed to be more and more comfortable. Every day, she whispered in my ear, saying half-true and half-false words:- Doctor, I'm not an expert, but seems that you want to make a national reconciliation, doesn't it? Are you sure you understood the customer's request?- I did some online research about your clinic. Do you know why he chose this clinic?- This place is very famous for the treatments, which break the rule, in both good and bad meaning, almost like following the customer's request, regardless of the principals.-
That day, when she rushed to push me out of that glass, tried to touch my face with her last breath, smiled weakly and said to me "Please be happy", I knew that for the past ten years, I was wrong, totally wrong.She was in a coma for ten months, which was also the ten months I spent in hell. The monologue-like messages she sent me, the cards I'd never read, the items she quietly stacked in my drawers, the decor in the house, her vestiges, one by one hurted my heart. Her eyes, her smile, her voice that I have never paid attention to, unconsciously laid in my deep heart, tormented my soul.The day she opened her eyes, was also the day my world reborn.- Han, are you feeling guilty for that accident? – Suddenly when I was helping to wash the dishes, she asked.- No need, I volunteered. Don't try to repay me. I don't intend to use that accident to tie you down. - She bowed her head and said like that.- Not because of that accident, Erin. - I hesitated, finally decided to speak up. I pul
- So that's how it is.That's it. That's it.I sorted out my confusion, tried to calm down and asked:- Why did you come here to tell this story?- I want to review the treatment notes.I was angry in my heart, I didn't watch it then, what's the point of watching it now?- It's been five years. All have been destroyed.He was stunned for a moment, trying to continue:- Or do you search a little, maybe there is still something left?- There's nothing left. - I said ironically, looking at his slowly sinking face.Finally he politely said a few words to me and left.I leaned back in my chair, rubbed my temples, and closed my eyes in annoyance.The curtains fluttered open again.What happened in the past, why is it still as clear as it was recently?- Doctor, the second wish is a bit wild...- She said go.- All medical records about me, give me.Really all? – Looking at the notebook, the recording pen on the table, she asked. Seeing me nod, she smiled bitterly:- A whole life, but only t
"I love him. Clinging for five years, being married for five years is a full ten years, until the accident happened, I was still alone.After opening my eyes, I realized that I was lost in a desert.I wandered in that wilderness for a long time.I knew that I was coming to the end of my life. But I don't want to leave him, and I don't want to leave in a situation like this.Actually, at that moment, when I received that broken glass, I thought, dying in the arms of the person you love is also a kind of happiness. But the deeper I went into the wilderness, the more I understood, if I died for him, he would probably suffer for the rest of his life. I don't want to leave him, and I don't want to be a burden in the heart of the person I love.So when a demon's voice came up from the ground, asking me to exchange half of my existence for return, I did not hesitate to agree. At that time, I wondered to myself, why should I take half of the life span of a person who should have lost his life
- I just don't understand, what is it that incited her, to turn me off to kill me?He must have hidden the existence of the other fetus from her, I thought to myself, if she knew, how perfect would the story be?She guessed correctly, she did not know the existence of the fetus, so she murdered her own child. I suddenly had the malicious thought to let her know, to see a little bit of her true feelings, if she had any.But at that moment, I suddenly remembered the cry that echoed the first night I met her. So it was she who cried. Even though the other fetus belonged to the person she loved with the personality that had taken over her body, in her deepest sleep, she still cried with such heartbreaking pain. I had a bit of a lump in my throat, had to tilt my head to adjust my emotions. Unexpectedly when I looked up, I suddenly realized that she was looking up at me. I don't know what my expression was at that time, but she seemed surprised. Perhaps I am expressing irony, or profoundne
I once had a very scary dream, like a movie, about a world with shape-shifting creatures, mingling with the people around us. I don't remember the details, only the last scene, in the night, when humanity somehow lured all those creatures into an old school and set fire to destruction. I was finally forced to choose the younger brother out of two identical children and then hugged him and ran back to the assembly point. After that life gradually returned to normal, the family was happy and warm, but I will forever remember the child left in the sea of fire, his last look and tear, forever wondering whether the choice is correct.Waking up to realize, I never had a brother.- Helia, you should look at this file. A man in white with a handsome face, but unfortunately wearing a serious look beyond his age, put a file on my desk. I opened it up, it was a very thin girl.- Is it your patient? What happen?- Are you familiar?- No, what's wrong?- Take a closer look.- Not really famili
It was a rainy day. The road is wet and cold.I walked down the street with my cano, looking at the dry roots of despair that surrounded them.There is no one who does not have, more or less, no matter what expression they are showing on their faces, happy or sad, laughing or crying. It turned out that the desperate race had quietly taken over the world. It turned out that we weren't the only ones who had to suffer and despair. Turns out, we're all Tree People.Tree Man? Why do you remember this word?Ah, come to think of it, I saw that word on a TV news report about rare diseases. There was a man who was turned into a Treeman after a knee surgery. I still remember the look of him, from the elbows out, all over his feet were rough, dry, rough bark; On his knees, on his neck, and on his face, there were spots and cracks like hollow hollows of a tree. At that time, I thought, maybe like petrified warriors when meeting Medusa's eyes, he was cursed by some witch, gradually turning into a
It is a sad story. When that girl opened her eyes again, I saw nothing but emptiness. There was not a single tear. There seemed to be a barren pit inside her. Used to be helpless. Used to be painful. But the emotions were exhausted.- There is no Tung Bach. There is no such person in this world, nor is there such a Thanh Dang.- I know. This world does not exist. So this world is not real.- You always say my other memories are fake, due to the trauma caused by the accident. Did you ever think that this world could also be a fake, created by my brain after the injury from the accident to convince me that Tung Bach had never come to my world, like that, never left my world. go, and should I go on living or not?You never thought that, did you? Because this is the world you've lived in ever since, without a doubt, and I'm just a person falling from the sky who suddenly came to say, this world is fake.But, you know what, I would feel the same way. A world that I've lived in all my life,