I didn’t feel any pain.
It all happened so quickly. There wasn’t even time to register pain; instead, an unexpected sense of relief washed over me.
Because now, I would never have to feel pain again.
In the haze of my thoughts, I remembered the time I had fallen gravely ill not long after my mother passed away. Back then,
Mitchell was frantic with worry, staying by my side day and night.
Even in my fevered dreams, I often heard his voice. I could feel his large hand gently brushing my forehead as he called my name
over and over.
When the fever finally broke, I had opened my eyes to see Mitchell’s red, swollen ones. He had been crying.
“Nora, please, I’m begging you. You have to get better. Don’t leave me. You’re the only family I have left. If something happens to
you, I don’t know how I’ll go on.”
But the loving gaze of those tear–stained eyes gradually twisted into something unrecognizable–cold and filled with disdain.
“Why don’t you just die?”
Mitchell, I was dying now.
Didn’t this make you happy?
