I found myself trapped in a stark white void. I wanted to leave but could not find an exit, so I just kept walking aimlessly.
Then, I heard Theodore’s voice. He was crying and pleading with me not to leave him.
“I finally got you back, and now you’re going to abandon me again? Charlotte, please just open your eyes and look at me!”
He was still the same crybaby as before. I wanted to comfort him, but I could not speak.
A moment later, I heard someone else speak. “Mr. Jenkins, I’m sorry, but we’ve done everything we can. Ms. Bailey originally had three months left to live. However, her emotional distress has caused the diffuse cancer cells to spread throughout her body. You need to make a decision soon.”
I heard something crash to the floor, followed by Theodore’s angry shouts. “You’re a bunch of useless doctors! I hope it’s your wife who dies! I have money! I’ll definitely find a way to cure her!”
After that day, I kept hearing different voices. They all ended in sighs, and their messages were the same. They urged him to prepare for the inevitable.
However, Theodore was the most stubborn person I knew. He emailed every major research institute, promising millions in donations if they could accept and cure me.
He became almost manic, adamantly refusing to let anyone even lay a finger on me. Even when a nurse gave me an injection, he would yell at her, accusing her of hurting me.
The hospital staff dared not confront him and just had to put up with it. Listening to all this in my dreamlike state, I almost laughed. The irony was that he had hurt me more than anyone else ever could.
Then, one day, my long–lost brother, Ivan Bailey, showed up with my will in hand. For the first time, Theodore finally quieted down.
I had called Ivan when Dad passed away, asking him to come to the funeral. Still, his appearance had shocked me. He stood before the casket, helping me greet and thank the guests who came to pay their respects.
This six–foot–tall guy was crying so hard that he could barely speak. He said he never intended to leave, that he had been too young, and that he regretted everything. I stroked his head and nodded while smiling, letting him know that I understood his feelings.
After that, we stayed in touch despite living in different cities and rarely meeting. Worried that one day I might forget everything and become just a shell of myself, I had prepared my will and given it to him early.
I told him not to struggle against it when the time came. I did not want to end up like Dad and
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forget everyone. I wanted to leave while my memories were still intact.
