“But Chris, we were kids. It doesn’t matter what we did when we were kids, right?” Monica tried to justify.
“Why won’t it matter? Spencer placed a bet saying that he could get you within a month. I pursued you because I was trying to protect you. However, you knew about Spencer’s fake affection toward you, but you accepted him to take him away from your cousin. Why do you think I stayed away from you?”
“You hate me, don’t you?” Monica smiled painfully.
“No, I finally saw through you. Under your kind and innocent appearance hides your hypocritical, vindictive, and narrow-minded self. I didn’t want to use those words on you, but you should know better than me that you are not as innocent as you portray yourself to be.”
Christopher lit a cigarette and took a puff. He put out the cigarette afterward after Monica started to cough. “Monica, you’re not an impulsive person. No matter what you did in the past, you’ll still be my little sister. You knew that, so why do you have to take the last bit of love I have for you away?”
“I did it for you! Christopher, why won’t you love me? Can’t you just love me? I even threw away my dignity for you.” Monica grabbed onto Christopher’s finger and begged.
“No, you did it for yourself, and I’m very disappointed with you, Monica. I didn’t bother about what you did at the piano recital because I wanted to save you some face. However, you went too far this time. Do you expect me to marry you over some measly public opinions?”
“What you did only lessens the remorse I have for you, making it easier for me to confront you.
Monica shut her eyes and sobbed. “Chris, have you ever loved me even for a little bit? Please tell me.”
He struck his lighter to flames, then covered the lid over to extinguish it. Christopher stood up and said confidently, “Never once!”
I silently froze as I retracted the hand that was about to knock on the door. Thinking that Christopher would be coming out shortly, I decided to wait beside the door. Those words that he said firmly to Monica relieved all the panic I had. I smiled delightedly and left the hospital.
There’s nothing left for me to do here. As long as Monica is okay and won’t die, I’ll be fine. What I should do now is to go home and make dinner for Christopher.
When I was leaving, I paid particular attention to the front entrance and noticed a lot of journalists. I exited through the backdoor and got home safely. Fortunately, I wasn’t famous, so no one would know me even if I were exposed.
After preparing dinner, I lounged in the living room, turned on the computer, and read today’s news. That was when I realized the influence of Monica’s suicide. The hundreds of millions of hits dumbfounded me, and her video topped the trending charts.
After pondering for a moment, I clicked on the video. She was standing on the rooftop of the hospital, looking into the starry sky. The video had a crisp clarity because someone happened to film the whole thing from a distance.
I had to respect Monica’s efforts. Her plans were brilliant compared to Crystal’s. With those angles and crystal clear clarity, it was evident that she coordinated this in advance to show the public that she was miserable, a woman having her lover robbed away by a witch. Needless to say, that ‘witch’ was me.
