My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

I placed the roses at Anna’s grave and took out the notebook from my bag, handing it to him. Damian stood frozen, like a robot, as he took the notebook and opened it. The familiar handwriting, brimming with endless pain and sorrow, hit him like a wave.

“May 7: We’re going abroad! The participants are Damian and me. It’s a pity Stella has to work overtime; otherwise, she could have joined us. I have this feeling that Damian seems quite nervous, even though it’s not our first time traveling abroad. It’s making me nervous too.”

“Ahhh! Today is such a happy day! Why? Because Damian proposed to me! It’s a huge surprise! I’m going to love him for a lifetime!”

The next entry is dated much later, about a year or so.

“What should I do? I can’t find Damian. Where is he?”

Much later, it reads: “I’m feeling unwell, went to the hospital, confirmed it’s stomach cancer. What should I do? I still haven’t found him.”

“Seen him now, but he’s getting married. I wish him happiness, but my stomach hurts so much.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

And then, there are no more entries.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you wait for me? Why…”

Standing by, I watched as Damian wept uncontrollably beside the grave. I felt drained. 1 had exacted my revenge, and things had turned out exactly as I had anticipated–he was consumed by guilt, remorse, and sorrow.

Yet, no one was at fault here; it was merely the cruelty of fate that kept two lovers apart.

After a moment, I said, “It’s all in the past now. People must move forward. Anna would want you to be well.”

It seemed my words had an effect. After a long while, Damian, like a ghost, trudged away. Out of respect for Anna, I reluctantly took him home.

I didn’t hear from him for a long time. The final time I did was a call from the hospital. Damian had committed suicide. He had called the hospital himself, leaving only a final breath.

This time, his friend, someone I knew–a childhood buddy of Damian’s–came to handle his affairs. We exchanged a look of shared sorrow. At least, in death, they could be together.

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