The verdict of life is so fierce and merciless.
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"Leon... are you coming home today?"
I asked softly, perhaps too afraid of being rejected. I really missed him.
"Lydia is being admitted to the hospital today. I'll stay with her tonight." His voice came through the phone, distant and preoccupied.
There was a moment of silence.
"I went to the hospital today. The doctor said..."
At that moment, I could faintly hear someone calling for him in the background. "I have to go. Text me if you need anything," he said before hanging up.
"Text you? Would you even read it? Would you respond?" I gave a self-mocking smile.
I held the diagnosis report, reading it over and over. I knew each word, but when they came together, they seemed incomprehensible. How could I be dying? How could this be happening to me...
Subconsciously, I hid the report and then suddenly realized it was pointless. Leon hadn't been home for a long time. Eventually, I just left it in the bedside table drawer.
I swallowed the handful of pills the doctor had prescribed, gulping hard to get them down. I turned off the main light and switched on the bedside lamp, ready to sleep.
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