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She’s Not Worthy of Bring Human
Darkness had fully settled by the time the staff showed me to the site and left, muttering, “Burying at night? Gives
me the creeps.”
If Emily hadn’t wasted so much time, it wouldn’t be this late.
Charles and Margaret were atheists; they wouldn’t have minded the timing.
All I wanted was for them to be at peace as soon as possible.
After the burial, I sat in front of their tombstone and poured my heart out to them.
My tears eventually dried, leaving a gritty feeling in my eyes that stung with every gust of wind.
I rubbed my numb legs and got up to leave.
At the dimly lit entrance of the cemetery, I spotted two familiar figures slowly approaching.
It was Emily and Matt!
Matt cradled a small urn, murmuring sadly, “My little Orange, such a happy cat. It’s such a shame he’s gone…”
“It was an accident. Don’t be too hard on yourself. He’s in cat heaven now, not wanting to see you upset.”
Emily pulled out a tissue and tenderly wiped away Matt’s tears.
Seeing their affection, I felt no jealousy–only disgust.
I intended to bypass them, but sharp–eyed Matt caught sight of me.
His face darkened instantly, “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t want to engage with him and stopped to ask Emily, “Did you find your parents?”
Wasn’t Matt just saying they were dancing in the park?
Clearly, he was lying!
I wanted to see how he’d conjure up two elderly folks out of thin air.
“Did you have Charles and Margaret avoid Emily on purpose? We searched the whole park but couldn’t find them.
Every time Emily called out, they ran away!”
His accusations ignited Emily’s anger, “Steve, I never knew you could be such a scoundrel! Getting everyone to play along with your drama just because you’re jealous of me and Matt!”
Her unwavering trust in Matt was astounding!
I had the proof of their cremation with me, but suddenly, I didn’t feel like showing it.
I was curious to see how far she’d go with her delusions.
She was about to continue berating me, but I cut her off, my voice icy, “Emily, let’s just get divorced.”
Emily paused, her face clouding over, “Fine, let’s do it. You think I can’t live without you? The sight of you
repulses me! Draft the divorce papers. I’ll sign them after I help Matt bury Orange.”
“Agreed.”
As we passed each other, she glanced at me, but I looked away.
Sensing my finality, she seemed unsettled.
“Are you sure? You want to walk away from me, from our home?”
Since Charles and Margaret passed, I no longer had a home.
“Think whatever you want! I’ll be waiting for your signature.”
“Steve…”
She seemed reluctant, about to follow me, but Matt stopped her.
“Let’s go bury Orange and let him rest in peace.”
“Okay.”
She chose Matt over me again.
My heart sank, resigning itself to the depths of despair.
Decades of love, all for naught.
