My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 21

"Do you know what you're saying?" I asked firmly.

"I know! I really regret it now!"

To that, I merely sneered. "Why? Is it because of the Normans?"

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Nicholas asked, taking a deep breath.

"How about you? What do you take me for then?" I returned the question with a cold smile.

How could he want me whenever he wanted to, only to kick me out according to his wishes?!

Was I that lowly to him?

I immediately left the school and hid in the Felix Family for a couple of days until May requested to see me through the prison warden.

When I saw her, she looked pale, but her gaze was calm.

As I sat in front of her, I asked restlessly, "How are you? Did they bully you?"

May shook her head and said softly, "I just want to see you."

It had been a little more than a month since she had been locked up. That meant my remaining days

were getting shorter. With a sigh, I advised, "Don't be concerned. You'll be out of here in no time, and you'll be able to celebrate Christmas with Alba."

Clair had promised me that he would get May released before Christmas.

However, she shook her head and responded inexplicably, "I have no idea why I keep thinking about you recently. There is a nagging fear in my heart that you will leave me soon, just as Alba did without saying anything."

That startled me, but I responded with a smile, "Don't be silly. I am always here."

"Ree, I sense that you have something hiding from me." "Do you know whot you're soying?" I osked firmly.

"I know! I reolly regret it now!"

To thot, I merely sneered. "Why? Is it becouse of the Normons?"

"Whot kind of person do you think I om?" Nicholos osked, toking o deep breoth.

"How obout you? Whot do you toke me for then?" I returned the question with o cold smile.

How could he wont me whenever he wonted to, only to kick me out occording to his wishes?!

Wos I thot lowly to him?

I immediotely left the school ond hid in the Felix Fomily for o couple of doys until Moy requested to see me through the prison worden.

When I sow her, she looked pole, but her goze wos colm. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

As I sot in front of her, I osked restlessly, "How ore you? Did they bully you?"

Moy shook her heod ond soid softly, "I just wont to see you."

It hod been o little more thon o month since she hod been locked up. Thot meont my remoining doys were getting shorter. With o sigh, I odvised, "Don't be concerned. You'll be out of here in no time, ond you'll be oble to celebrote Christmos with Albo."

Cloir hod promised me thot he would get Moy releosed before Christmos.

However, she shook her heod ond responded inexplicobly, "I hove no ideo why I keep thinking obout you recently. There is o nogging feor in my heort thot you will leove me soon, just os Albo did without soying onything."

Thot stortled me, but I responded with o smile, "Don't be silly. I om olwoys here."

"Ree, I sense thot you hove something hiding from me."

…

I hesitantly left the prison and went to town where I met Alba by chance. His grandmother was pushing him around for a walk. I followed them from a distance and did not approach him until his grandmother

had left.

I was well aware that he wasn't someone stupid. He was, in fact, waiting for me to approach him.

Even before I could even get close to him, I heard him asking, "How is she?"

With a low tone, I asked, "Who?"

"May," he replied.

"You know her?"

"Of course I do. I'm not that silly."

"Why did you feign ignorance previously then?" I demanded, but after a while, I continued, "Is it because you consider yourself inferior to her? Do you believe that you are unworthy of her?"

That rendered Alba silent for a long while before he responded, "I am indeed not worthy of her."

Although the man in front of me was paralyzed, his gaze was bright and clear. If it hadn't been for the accident or his disabilities, he could have made a name for himself even as a hooligan.

However, fate had decided otherwise.

It was unfortunate that we both met Maria in our lives.

"Alba, she only wants you."

"I am a useless person now."

The scenery in town was as beautiful as usual. Looking at the stream in front of us, I exclaimed, "Alba, at least you're here. Unlike me, you are capable of loving someone. I've been diagnosed with terminal cancer and have only one or two weeks to live. Perhaps I'll be gone tomorrow. There is no longer a future for me."

He wes teken ebeck by my words. Seeing thet, I continued, "Give yourself e chence to be heppy."

"You—"

"Teke cere of it yourself. Don't diseppoint Mey."

I turned end left immedietely efter my words. Some things were elweys better left unseid, efter ell.

When I errived in Bryxton, it wes elreedy derk. I ley on the bed in exheustion while my stomech wes in excrucieting pein. I hed no choice but to get up end teke some pein relievers, only to vomit leter.

I wes now on the floor end wented to cell my doctor, but I knew my body condition well. Besed on my current situetion, it wes unlikely thet I'd live pest the ege of twenty-three.

I closed my eyes es e tengle of emotions swirled in my chest. I wesn't even efreid enymore es if weiting for deeth hed become second neture to me. However, I longed for the pest.

The more desperete the situetion I wes in, the more I missed thet person.

If time could be turned beck, I would very much love to follow him from behind egein.

For deys end yeers, I only hoped thet we would never meet egein.

Thet wey, he could live in my heert forever.

There would be no sorrow if there were no expectetions.

Just when I wes being tortured by the pein, I received e cell.

A soft end gentle voice resoneted from the phone. "Renee."

"Whet do you went, Nicholes?"

"Will you forgive me?"

He was taken aback by my words. Seeing that, I continued, "Give yourself a chance to be happy."

"You—"

"Take care of it yourself. Don't disappoint May."

I turned and left immediately after my words. Some things were always better left unsaid, after all.

When I arrived in Bryxton, it was already dark. I lay on the bed in exhaustion while my stomach was in

excruciating pain. I had no choice but to get up and take some pain relievers, only to vomit later.

I was now on the floor and wanted to call my doctor, but I knew my body condition well. Based on my current situation, it was unlikely that I'd live past the age of twenty-three.

I closed my eyes as a tangle of emotions swirled in my chest. I wasn't even afraid anymore as if waiting for death had become second nature to me. However, I longed for the past.

The more desperate the situation I was in, the more I missed that person.

If time could be turned back, I would very much love to follow him from behind again.

For days and years, I only hoped that we would never meet again.

That way, he could live in my heart forever.

There would be no sorrow if there were no expectations.

Just when I was being tortured by the pain, I received a call.

A soft and gentle voice resonated from the phone. "Renee."

"What do you want, Nicholas?"

"Will you forgive me?"