Pieces of Me
Due to the excessive intake of sleeping pills, my body had long been beyond saving.
Josie refused to look at my medical reports.
She firmly believed I was healthy, and the only problem I had was the wound left from the surgery.
Eventually, I got tired of explaining. I let her do whatever she wanted to comfort herself with meaningless gestures.
One day, Josie suddenly received a call from the hospital.
Her face instantly turned pale. After hanging up, she threw a fit. She smashed everything in the house.
When she looked at me, the guilt in her eyes disappeared. It turned into hatred again.