She’s Not Worthy of Being Human
I’ve truly just viewed him as a friend…”
She still treated me like a fool, even in these final moments!
“Friends can call each other up at any time? Friends go to movie theaters meant for couples? Friends hold hands at fireworks shows or concerts? Friends hug tight and kiss each other’s foreheads and cheeks?”
Emily panicked, stammering, “How… how do you even know?”
“Every time you two got close, Matt sent me pictures. I didn’t say anything because of Mom and Dad–I wanted to give you a chance to realize your mistakes. But now that they’re gone, the only thing left between us is divorce.”
Emily clung to my legs, sobbing wildly, “Please, just give me one more chance, just one!”
I pried her fingers off, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out, slamming the door behind me.
From that moment on, I never wanted to see her again.
I placed Charles and Margaret’s ashes in a small bottle and kept it close to me, like a talisman.
Standing at the ocean’s edge, the salty breeze in my face, and the sound of the waves in my ears, I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up.
“Dad, Mom, can you see this? Can you hear it? This is the place you always dreamed of visiting!”
I walked along the shore, talking to them like they were right there with me.
People passing by gave me strange looks, but I couldn’t care less.
I believed they hadn’t really left me, that they were still with me, just in a different way.
I took them to see every beach, big and small. Before I knew it, a whole year had gone by.
During that time, I got a message from Emily.
She’d already signed the divorce papers. All that was left was for me to finalize them when I was ready.
Back in our old city, I found the perfect spot to lay Charles and Margaret to rest.
On my way to an interview for a new job, I bumped into one of Emily’s coworkers.
She asked if I’d heard from Emily, saying she hadn’t shown up for work in a year and nobody could get in touch with her.
I just smiled and said, “I have no idea.”
When I got to the courthouse at the agreed time, I saw her from a distance.
She was a shadow of her former self, all skin and bones, her face lined with years of stress–she looked like she’d aged a decade. I almost didn’t recognize her.
From the moment we walked in until the moment we walked out, she didn’t say a single word.
I went left; she went right.
As I turned the corner, I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She’d stopped, and crouched down, her shoulders shaking like she was crying.
A month later, I got a call from the hospital where she worked.
Emily was dead.
She had no other family, and they couldn’t keep her body in the morgue forever.
When I went to the hospital, I found a letter she’d left behind. It was crumpled like it had been soaked with tears over and over, and the handwriting was barely legible.
Steve,
By the time you read this, I’ll be long gone.
Karma finally caught up with me–I got cancer, and it’s terminal. I’m not going to fight it. I’ve decided to end my life on my own terms.
If I ever get to see Mom and Dad again, I’ll tell them how sorry I am. They loved me so much–I hope they can
If I ever get to see Mom and Dad again, I’ll tell them how sorry I am. They loved me so much–I hope they can forgive me.
But I’ve sinned too deeply, and I probably belong in hell. I deserve to be punished for what I did.
Before I go, there’s something I need to confess. I killed Matt with a scalpel. At that moment, I forgot I was a doctor and just kept stabbing him.
Maybe he didn’t deserve to die, but I hated him. I couldn’t die without taking him with me.
I miss the days we spent together so much. You loved me and spoiled me, and I didn’t appreciate it.
I know you’ll never forgive me, but I still wanted to say I’m sorry.
I hope you find peace and happiness in your life from now on.
After reading the letter, I didn’t feel anything at all.
Emily had become a stranger to me long ago.
After a lot of thinking, I decided to bury her next to Charles and Margaret. They were the best parents anyone could ask for–they’d forgive their daughter. Life is just a fleeting dream; before you know it, a hundred years have passed. I’m going to live well and make sure I enjoy every moment of it.
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