Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Aller Rosalyn linished reading the list, she felt relieved and sent a message to Stella, reminding her to stay safe on the road.
Stella, who was on her way to Panama, saw the message and replied with a smile, “Okay, don’t worry,” before turning off her phone and sitting in her seat, looking out the window.
She soon arrived in Panama and rented a boat to reach the island.
This small island had been in a state of lockdown since its owner was suspected of committing suicide, and the security line had. not been lifted.
Stella lifted the security line, bent over, and entered. Inside, nobody had taken care of it, and it was overgrown with weeds. Everywhere showed signs of desolation, completely different from when Erin was here.
Stella stood in the mansion, looking around at the scene before her, feeling an indescribable emotion. She moved forward with stiff steps, dragging her heavy suitcase, step by step, into the villa…
Upon entering, she saw black footprints everywhere. These were left by people coming in and out, making the originally clean and smooth living room look dirty.
Stella put down her suitcase, took out the steak from inside and put it in the refrigerator. Then she went to the bathroom to get cleaning tools and cleaned the living room thoroughly.
She cleaned from the first floor to the third floor. When she stood at the door of the birdcage room, her footsteps seemed to be nailed in place. She didn’t dare to take another step forward, as if she would witness a scene of collapse once she pushed open the door.
She finally mustered the courage not to go in and just stayed downstairs in the living room. She didn’t do much, just kept Erin company, sitting on the couch, watching TV. When it was time for dinner, she got up and went to the kitchen to make a blueberry pic..
While making the blueberry pie, Erin stood by, arms crossed, silently watching her busy about. Only when she finished and brought the dish to the table did he sit down.
At this point, Stella would pick up a piece of blueberry pie and put it in Erin’s bowl. “Try it and see if it tastes good.”
Erin raised his eyebrows slightly and then parted his lips, motioning to Stella, “Feed me.”
With a resigned smile, Stella picked up the blueberry pie again and put it in his mouth, watching him slowly eat it. Her resigned smile would then turn into a doting one.
Even if the piece of blueberry pie had fallen from a height and smashed on the ground, she still wouldn’t have noticed and would continue to feed Erin the pie, as if it could make up something. for At night, Stella would hold Erin’s hand and go to the garden outside the villa. It was actually overgrown with weeds, but in Stella’s eyes, it was a garden…
She would take a walk with Erin, from the garden to the beach, then lie on the lawn, look at the night sky, look at the stars, and talk to Erin.
Late at night, Stella would return to the master bedroom, take a clean bath, hug Erin’s waist, snuggle into his embrace, close her eyes and sleep. Even though it was just a body pillow, she could feel the strength of Erin’s presence, comforting and reassuring…
That’s how she spent 29 days with Erin…
On the last day, Stella pushed open the door of the birdcage room…
Strangely, she didn’t see Erin sitting by the French window. There was nothing there, only the remnants of bloodstains…
Because no one cared about Erin, he was dead. After they moved the body, no one would come to clean up the bloodstains. This place was like an abandoned wasteland.
The smell of blood was heavy inside, with a hint of decay. This scent tempted Stella towards death. It seemed that only in death could she find release…
Stella gripped the gun and walked step by step to the French window, then slowly sat down, in the same position and posture as Erin…
She killed him to repay her own life, so she should die in the same way he did. No one could escape the condemnation of their Before she pulled the trigger, she sent a message to the local police, admitting that Erin did not commit suicide out of fear, but that she shot him dead. It was a belated confession…
After sending it, she raised the gun in her hand, without any hesitation, aimed it at her own heart, and pulled the trigger fiercely-
At the same time, Rosalyn’s video call started on time, just like the last 29 days. If she didn’t answer, that foolish woman wouldn’t stop calling…
Blood poured out from Stella’s heart, she could clearly feel it. The bullet pierced through her heart, leaving a dent on the window behind her. Whether it broke through the window, Stella didn’t know…. She lowered her dark eyes, staring at the sweet profile picture of Rosalyn on her phone, tears streaming down her face…
Rosalyn, I’m sorry, I’ve let you down –
You wanted me to live, but I can’t go on living.
My entire life so far has been a mistake. My existence since childhood has been a mistake.
Stella wondered, what meaning did her own life have? It seemed meaningless, so if it was meaningless, why lived on?
She didn’t answer Rosalyn’s video call. Instead, she reached out her hand and muted her phone.
In an instant, everything fell silent and time seemed to have stopped. It was so quiet that she could only hear the chirps of birds outside the window.
She was in so much pain and her blood was slowly seeping out, just like that when Erin bled to death.
A faint smile appeared on her pale lips. She finally realized how painful it was to wait for the blood to flow dry.
Instead of struggling, she relaxed her body and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Her clear eyes slowly shifted to the sea outside.
Erin must have seen her from this position and knew she wouldn’t turn back. That’s why he didn’t finish writing his last words. He probably thought no one would bury him.
Tears gradually filled Stella’s clear eyes, mixed with a sense of relief. Memories of her entire life flashed through her mind.
She thought she would remember most of the moments involving Karen, but instead, the images that flashed across her mind were all about Erin.
For example, back when they were still little, Erin would follow behind her, protecting her from falling with his small hands.
Or when Erin made her cry, he would secretly ask the old butler for macarons and place them on her desk.
And even when Erin grew up, he would come to her room after she fell asleep and sneakily kiss her without her noticing.
Even at school, Erin couldn’t help but use a book to shield himself as he leaned down and stole a kiss from her on the desk.
It was only now that Stella realized her first kiss was taken by Erin, not by those thugs.
She smiled, tears streaming down her face.
Through her blurry vision, she saw Erin in a black suit, walking towards her against the bright light.
After standing in front of her, he knelt down on one knee and gently touched her face.
“Stella, I had your blueberry pie and it was delicious.”
Stella nodded in a daze, saying, “In the next life, I’ll still make it for you, alright?”
Erin lowered his long eyelashes, seemingly contemplating whether he wanted to meet in the next life. He didn’t immediately give an answer, but just pursed his lips and smiled faintly. “You’ve already been with me for 29 days, that’s enough,” He replied.
In other words, he didn’t actually want to meet her in the next life, if there was actually one.
A bit panicked, Stella tried to grab Erin’s hand, but she only grabbed emptiness. There was no Erin, just a figment of her imagination.
Feeling disappointed, she let go of her hand. “Erin, if I say I still love you, can we meet again in the next life?”
No one answered Stella, not even herself, unsure if there would be a next life.
Stella’s body gradually stiffened as her blood continued to drain. Soon, her eyes lost their focus.
