Chapter 7: Make A Wish
“Fine, you win Tristan. What do you want?”
“What do I need to do? How much money do you need?”
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Tristan was silent as he put my hand back under the blanket and held the infusion pipe, smiling at me, “Take a nap?”
“Don’t do that,” I waved at him, “Let’s do this, you write the transfer contract and I’ll sign it, then you can leave, okay?”
Tristan gritted his teeth and glared at me, “Abigale, you’re driving me insane.”
I coldly snorted, “Sorry, but I’ll probably die first before that happens.”
Jesus, then Tristan started crying. Crocodile tears, that must be
- it.
“I’m not dead yet and you’re already pretending to be so kind and merciful?” I stretched out my hand and waved it in front of him, my heart ached even more.
“Abby, darling, I regret it, don’t scare me, okay?” Tristan’s eyes were red as he reached out to hook my fingers.
It’s been so many years, he still knew how to comfort me.
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Whenever he made me angry during school, he would sit in front of me, lower his head and gently stroke my fingers, saying: “Abby, Abby, don’t be angry, Abby is the best, I like Abby the most, don’t be angry, okay?”
“Go away!” I angrily stood up and kicked him.
I hated him pretending to be the 18 year old version of himself to please me, and every time I forgave him, he would hurt me with those 18–year–old eyes.
I hated myself even more, always being too soft.
Tristan stood up as if he had been hurt, “I’ll be outside, if you… think of me, can you call me?”
“Go away!” If I had waited for one more second, I would have shed tears.
How could I not think of him? But then again, I can’t see the 18–year–old Tristan anymore.
I don’t even dare to think of the 28–year–old Tristan.
Maddie was going home for the new year, she kindly reminded me: “Take your medicine and transfusions well! No pulling needles, no running around.”
I obediently followed her reciting, “Take your medicine and get your transfusions! Don’t pull out your needles and don’t run away.”
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Maddie was very satisfied and I leaned on the table and asked her, “Can you give me a bit more painkiller? It hurts so much at night.”
Maddie shook her head and came closer to me, saying, “Why don’t you let that person come in? Let him accompany you, it’s the New Year after all.”
I shook my head, because he is at the door and it’s hard to bear.
My heart ached, and my body hurt even more.
On New Years eve, Tristan was not outside my hospital room, and I didn’t care, I ran around and came back to the room to watch TV.
The outside firecrackers were “crackling” and I stood at the window and absorbed some joy.
“Knock knock.”
“Abby, Happy New Year.” Tristan blinked at me, with a smile on his lips, holding a cake in his hands, and only the candles on the cake were shining in his eyes in the night.
“Abby, make a wish.” He pushed the cake towards me, full of enthusiasm.
I held the door without moving, looking at him with a complicated expression, “Tristan, you really being stupid.”
“Humph” I blew out the candle and said, “On the night of the
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4/5 New Year two years ago, I said that I wanted you to stay with me since I was alone, but you came back and then said you had to leave at 11 o’clock that night. You said there was some big project and the bos wasn’t spending the New Year!”
“Project my ass. I heard that Katie was scared to be alone and wanted you to stay with her.”
I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame, saying, “On the night that you left, I spent the New Year alone and felt that the winter was too cold and the New Year had no meaning. From that day on… I stopped celebrating New Year.”
You forgot, but I didn’t forget. I stopped celebrating the New Year a long time ago.
I also…don’t have another new year coming.
Tristan’s hands were shaking, he wanted to say something but I didn’t want to listen.
“I know, Katie was already pregnant then, I just wish I’d realized sooner, divorced you sooner. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to celebrate New Years today.”
Tristan stood there, looking at me.
“Fine. I’ll make a wish. I want to live till I’m a hundred. Can you fulfill that wish for me?”
Without waiting for his response. I slammed the door in his face.
Please My Darling, Marry Me Again
Chapter 8: A Walk Down Memory Lane
