The next second, the system mocked me in my mind. ["You don’t actually think he remembers you, do you? The power of the original story is absolute, Tiara. To him, you’re nothing but a stranger."]
Caius brushed past me, arm in arm with Poppy, his eyes fixed straight ahead, cold and indifferent. He didn’t even acknowledge me, as though I didn’t exist. So heartless, so cruel.
Once upon a time, Caius had promised me that his eyes would only ever hold me, that I was his one and only love.
He kept his promise—his eyes truly held his “one and only love."
As they walked by, I heard Poppy chuckle softly under her breath.
The world spun around me and I collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
My illness had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
The system coldly explained, ["That’s because Caius and Poppy are about to get married. They’re nearing their happy ending and a side character like you is no longer necessary."]
["Their wedding day will be the anniversary of your death,"] the system said, its tone merciless.
I ran my fingers over the bright red wedding invitation, then pulled out a beautiful dress from my closet. The system’s voice suddenly turned panicked.
["Tiara, what are you doing?!"]