No, I just want people like you to completely disappear from my world.
Needless to say, I didn’t tell him that.
I lowered my head and allowed his imagination to run wild.
Sometimes, people die from their own unrealistic expectations.
After a while, Jordan regained his composure. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.
I peeked at it. I didn't know what he was up to, so I didn't take it.
Seeing this, Jordan raised his hand higher and extended it even further, "Sawyer left this behind."
As I still looked doubtful, he explained, "You can believe whatever you want. Countless lives have already died in my hands, adding another one wouldn't make any difference. There’s no point in me denying if I really did it. Sawyer's death had nothing to do with me."
With that, under my sharp gaze, he bent down to place the piece of paper on the table and walked off.
It wasn't until his figure had completely disappeared from sight that I took a deep breath and calmed down. I held back my tears and picked up the paper from the table.
I sobbed the moment I saw Sawyer's familiar handwriting.
"I'm going to accompany my wife. I've let her wait too frequently in this lifetime. I hope we'll get to meet at the right moment in the next life."
Three lines that contained innumerable guilt and longing.
Their days together had been filled with happiness for the past few years. If not for this accident, I could imagine how they would have loved and supported each other, living a harmonious life.
I wished that happy endings were not fictional, that misfortunes were instead. At this moment, I wished too that I could forget their ill-fated story, so I could convince myself that they were living happily ever after somewhere.
But the letter in my hand painfully reminded me that they were gone from this earth, from my life...
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