We had been living together for five years. In her eyes, I had always been a generous, considerate, sensible boyfriend who never caused her trouble and never bothered her, and I also provided financial support at any time.
I didn't know if she was sad for me when she heard the news of my death in a car accident. I'd be glad if she was sad just for a second.
It took a long, long time for me to finally feel less uncomfortable when I breathed.
Being together and sharing hardships with Pierce were her wishes in my previous life, weren't they?
I'd fulfill her wishes.
I'd like to see if she actually got to be with Pierce, whether she could stay with him for the rest of her life.
"Pierce has cancer. I have told you many times how painful the treatment process is. There is no one he can rely on in this city. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to beg me while putting his dignity as a man aside. And you're breaking up with me at this critical moment? What are you, a monster?"
Nina called me again. I could imagine her expression right now just by listening to her voice.
I supposed she must be frowning and angry now.
She had told me how painful Pierce's battle with cancer was.
It was very inspiring.