Rosalie said, “I’m not your sister. It’s been two years. No matter how nice I am to you, you aren’t moved at all. But once I mention Heidi, you’ll immediately come to me to know how she’s doing.
“It’s only through bringing her up that I can meet you. How could you be so cold to me?”
Leo was unwavering. He said calmly, “I only have eyes for Heidi. I apologize if you’re troubled because of me. I’ll never ask you about Heidi anymore. Goodbye.”
When I heard him, bitterness filled my heart. I couldn’t refrain from going closer to him and touching his face.
As I watched my hand passing through his face, I suddenly remembered that I was a mere ghost now.
I floated toward him and traced his facial features. It was good enough if I could just look at him a bit longer.
Rosalie was clearly agitated after listening to him.
With her arms extended, she stood in his way. Her eyes reddened, and she started saying whatever came to her mind. “Leo, Heidi’s dead! She died! Just forget about her!”
Leo was stunned. He grabbed her shoulders and asked incredulously, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Holding her head high, Rosalie countered loudly. ‘It’s not nonsense. She’s really dead. She died of lung cancer. I attended her funeral this morning!”
Leo didn’t believe her. Pulling her along, he walked out. He drove her to my grave.
It wasn’t until he saw my photo on the tomb that he understood Rosalie was telling the truth. Dropping to his knees before my grave, he started bawling his eyes out like a child.
I felt a pang in my heart. My family didn’t cry over my death, but Leo, whom I’d given up, mourned my death.
