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 her, Mom? She’s the girl who gave you walnut cookies

“Chris…” Julia was hesitant.

to save me. Please, tell me where she is now.” Christopher was getting agitated. His voice became more assertive, but it soon

down, Chris. She’s still resting in her ward. I’ll bring you over to see her when you’re feeling better, is

 

now. How can I rest here without knowing

and a commotion ensued. Julia and Gordon were shouting, and the noise grew louder as it got closer to the door. I grabbed Darius’

that I heard

 

the first thing that came to his mind after he woke up. There was no way I could let someone like him suffer

the matter?” Darius

as tears flowed down my cheeks. I covered my mouth, hoping Christopher would not hear me. “Bring me back to my room. I don’t

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

 

ever wanted in life. It was just that my

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255