I spent every second of the past four days praying that Christopher would wake up sooner, but when he finally did, I could not bring myself to see him. No matter how much I hate Monica, I had to admit that what she said was true.

 

I knew she had no ill intentions, but with just a few words, she had managed to change my mind. It would be easier for Christopher to accept my death if they told him I died on the island.

 

If he knew I died because of a terminal illness—and that he was the cause—he would never walk out of the guilt.

Behind the door, I could hear Christopher struggling to speak with his weak voice.

is Yvonne? She was with me on the island. Did you see

“Chris…” Julia was hesitant.

tell me where she is now.” Christopher

Chris. She’s still resting in her ward. I’ll bring you over to see her

 

can I rest here without knowing she’s doing

the noise

even in death, but now that I heard his voice, I knew I loved him

 

my guardian angel. He treated me like a gem and protected me over and over again. I was the first thing that came to his mind after he woke up. There was no way I could let

matter?”

mouth, hoping Christopher would not hear me. “Bring me back to my room. I don’t want to see him,” I said,

evidently surprised at my request. He asked if that was really what I wanted, and I insisted with feigned calm. The moment I got

 

dearly, and I had everything anyone ever wanted in life. It was just that my joy was short-lived. I should not be so selfish as to

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