Chapter 7
Olivia got shipped off to a slum overseas.
Heard it was a war–torn hellhole. No food. No heat.
Before she left, she dropped to her knees, sobbing and begging Caleb not to abandon her. His face stayed blank–only his eyes held any emotion.
He looked down at her with pure disgust. “If I could kill you, I wouldn’t bother sending you there.”
Olivia fainted from terror. Caleb slapped her awake.
After that, she didn’t dare say another word. Just let herself be dragged away.
She thought she’d find a way to escape and come back. But she didn’t know–Caleb had people watching her around the clock.
For the rest of her life, she’d never set foot in this country again.
Meanwhile, my funeral began.
At the memorial hall, Caleb confessed to all our relatives and friends. Dressed in black, his face looked even paler than usual.
His voice came out wrecked, barely recognizable.
“I killed Sophia. I failed her. I failed Mom and Dad.”
“So I’ve decided to donate everything I own in Sophia’s name. From now on, I’ll live at her grave. I’m done with everything
else.”
“I’m a sinner. I hope all of you treat your loved ones better than I did. Don’t be like me.”
The relatives murmured sympathetically, but honestly? Most of them didn’t really care.
They came for Caleb’s sake, not mine.
Now that they knew he was giving everything away–leaving them with nothing–they couldn’t wait to leave.
No one comforted him. The second the funeral ended, they scattered.
From that day on, Caleb became a shell of himself.
He bought a small house near my grave.
But his favorite place? The tiny apartment I used to live in.
That’s when I found out–he’d bought that apartment a long time ago.
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He always knew where I was.
Every time I moved, he’d buy the new place and hire a stranger to play landlord and collect rent from me.
But his care was surface–level. He never imagined Olivia would go that far.
A month after I died, my ashes were buried. The funeral rites finally ended.
That was the first time he broke down completely, crying like a child.
Maybe that’s when it really hit him–I was gone. Not coming back.
Soon, no one would remember me.
Maybe even he would forget what I looked like.
But no amount of regret could change what happened.
So he started drinking.
Alcohol numbed his brain. For brief moments, he could forget I was dead. Sometimes, through the haze, he’d see me standing in front of him.
I’d sigh and say softly, “Caleb, stop drinking.”
He’d lunge forward, desperate and hopeful, trying to hug me–but his hands passed right through.
When he blinked, I’d be gone.
So he’d keep drinking, praying I’d appear again.
This went on for a year. Acute gastritis sent him to the hospital three times.
By the second year, he looked decades older.
His favorite place became my grave. He’d sit there all day.
At night, he’d go back to the apartment and drink.
Dr. Stevenson, out of respect for me, tried multiple times to talk sense into him. Told him he was destroying his body.
Caleb didn’t listen.
Three years after my death, he stockpiled sleeping pills for six months.
Then he downed them all with alcohol.
In that same tiny bathroom, Caleb ended his life.
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He collapsed in the exact spot where I’d died, finally smiling–a real, genuine smile.
“Sophia… wait for me…”
At that moment, I dissolved into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared completely.
My lingering attachment was gone. It was time to move on and be reborn.
Caleb, I waited for you for five years.
This time, I really don’t want to wait anymore.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
