When Worlds Apart Collide
Back when I was 20, I supported a girlfriend.
I paid for her education and even found the best doctors for her mother, who had cancer. The sweet, brilliant girl stayed with me for four years.
However, my family went bankrupt after my parents died. I even injured my eyes and broke my legs.
I watched her have a heart-to-heart talk with her childhood friend, tears in her eyes. I left without a word, and she never sought me out.
Years later, I saw her again while picking up trash outside a hotel. She had become a wealthy CEO and was about to marry her childhood sweetheart. Her gaze at me was cold and indifferent.
I bitterly asked, "Do you still hate me?"
Yet, with tears streaming down her face, she replied, "Yes… I wish you were dead."