Novel & Cerita After I Died My Boyfriend Went Crazy

Wait, what has happened to me? Damn! I was driving... And... No. I got into an accident. I did. That was scary as shit, and I never thought that I survived that tragedy. Well, at least I am still alive. But hell, I think I missed my classes. And, oh, how could I forget... my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with that blonde bimbo. I hate them. I totally hate them so much.

I tried to stand up, but my private part was aching. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I just want to die," I said. "What? Have you lost your mind already? I thought you agreed to this? You wouldn't let me if you didn't." "I did accept you as my boyfriend, but I'm not ready for this kind of thing." "But it already happened, and you're mine now. You're mine, and I would never let anyone take you from me, not even death, so don't you say something like that again," he said.

Maxwell lunged forward to turn the monitor off, but the image, that horrific, cold efficiency, was already burned into my mind. “They—they cut Ivan out of me,” I choked. “And left me there to die.” Maxwell knelt beside me, his face ashen. “Regina, I’m so sorry.” “I didn’t remember it,” I whispered. “Not clearly. I thought I’d passed out.” He pulled me close, holding me until my breathing steadied. For a long time, neither of us spoke. The building creaked above us, dust drifting from the ceiling like ash. Finally, Maxwell stood and went back to the monitor. “There’s one more disc.”

Jayce's gasp was like a punch to the gut, his eyes widening in shock as he searched mine for signs that might tell him I was joking. Only that I wasn't joking. But maybe referring to Aspen as my boyfriend was a stretch, maybe I should have chosen a different word to describe him. After all, we hadn't exactly broken up before he passed away. So, wasn't he still my boyfriend, technically? My dead boyfriend, a label that felt both accurate and awkward. "You have a boyfriend and you're still doing this with..." The words hung in the air, unfinished, but I knew what he was thinking. Cheating on Aspen with him? I knew that was what he wanted to say.

My Alpha mate didn’t know that I was dying. He was busy taking care of his childhood sweetheart who had just returned to the pack. I didn’t complain and continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. But after I passed away, he went crazy after reading the journal I left behind. …… Standing at the hospital entrance with that thin diagnosis paper in my hand, I wanted to call Derek. I opened and closed his contact page several times. Then his call came through first. His voice was characteristically deep and cool, but softened when he said my name:

My tears flowed uncontrollably, and I leaned closer, shouting into her ear. "Mom, I'm not in pain! I'm not in pain at all, I promise! "I've always been with you, always by your side, Mom! "Please, live. You have to live! I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die!" I didn't know if she could really hear me or if she was imagining my voice in her mind, but her body shook violently, and then, she collapsed, unconscious. I knelt beside her, sobbing, my hands clutching her tightly.

Ruth and the private hospital helped stage it, and while those two clowns spent days groveling outside, I was inside, sipping tea with Ruth and enjoying the show. Once the curtain closed on that performance, Ruth and I packed up and headed for Havain, ready for a fresh start. Meanwhile, Joffrey and Mateo, ashes in hand, still couldn't let go. They kept saying I loved to travel, so they had to take "me" everywhere I cherished—to make sure I had no regrets. Funny. When I was alive, they never cared. Now that I was "dead," they finally figured out what love was. First stop: the skydiving spot I used to love. They wanted to hold my ashes and take one last jump with me.

On the day of my pyre, my body had been reassembled. The mortician was skilled. I looked… almost whole. For a moment, I studied the still figure laid out before the sacred flames. I had to admit— Death became me. I looked better than I had in years. No fear. No pain. No exhaustion carved into my bones. Just stillness. Peace. My parents came to see me off. Caden could not. Pack justice for killing Seraphina had been swift—and merciless.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

Pushes me back. I hate him. I hate him for what he’s done. For Celeste. For me. For making me believe— God, I was so stupid. I try again. I don’t care if he kills me for it. I don’t care if this is how I die. If I go down, I go down swinging. But my body is failing me. I don’t know when I started crying, but I feel the tears now, hot and useless. My breath is coming out in harsh, broken gasps, my limbs are trembling, and I have nothing left.