He was brought back by Steven as a child. As an orphan, he had no family to call his own, so he treated Steven as his older brother.
Ever since he was a kid, he had never gone against anything that Steven had told him to do.
That was until he met a girl one day, who had a smile sweeter than candy and brighter than the sun.
She would play games with him, remember all of his favorite food, and breathe energy into his life. He felt like a real human being whenever he was with her, with flesh, blood, and bone. With her around, he could feel his heart beating in his chest. When she was around, he was no longer the stone-cold killing machine he usually was.
He was thankful that he was in Jadeborough, and he was happy that he had met her.
The time he had spent with her was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.
He knew he was deeply in love with this girl and was willing to do everything for her.
“I know, I know,” Genevieve murmured as she stroked his cold face. Her lips trembled as she choked out, “Don’t leave me. You said you were going to bring me to Kransbay. You said there was a gorgeous beach there that you wanted to show me. I’ll take you to the hospital. You’ll be fine!”
She tried to get up with Patrick in her arms but forgot that her legs were still tied and so she fell down once again.
“It’s no use, Genev.” Patrick held her hand with all his remaining strength. He could feel his lungs collapsing, and his voice became weaker as he murmured, “I have s-so much that I-I want to s-say to you…”
“What is it? I’m listening,” Genevieve whispered as she continued weeping.
Patrick let out two harsh breaths and said, “I-I lied. I’ve never h-had a girlfriend. I-I’ve never held a girl’s hand, n-nor have I e-ever k-kissed a girl. C-Can you kiss me, Genev?”
“Of course,” Genevieve whispered as she leaned down and kissed him gently on his lips, which were now cold as marble.
The kiss tasted like blood, rain, and tears, as Genevieve couldn’t stop crying.
Patrick smiled, finally satisfied. “It’s as soft as I imagined…”
He coughed once and a startling amount of blood spilled out of his mouth and onto his shirt.
Genevieve’s tears were coming down nonstop now as she lifted a hand to wipe away the blood on his lips.
“Genev,” Patrick wheezed out, no longer able to breathe. “I-I couldn’t keep m-my promise. I-I w-won’t be able to p-protect you anymore. Promise me that y-you’ll love yourself. P-Protect yourself. You’re y-you, not a-anyone else’s…”
“Okay, okay, I promise,” Genevieve sobbed as she nodded frantically.
“I-I really want to take you to Kransbay…” His voice became weaker. The light in his eyes slowly dimmed as he looked at her face full of tears and gradually breathed his last.
Genev, I want to take you to see that gorgeous beach.
I love you, Genev.
Genevieve could feel Patrick’s breathing slowing down and then to a complete stop. As the body in her embrace stiffened, an immense wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her.
She buried her face in his icy cold chest and wailed at the top of her lungs.
Marilyn watched as Patrick died and Genevieve continued to cry over his dead body. She chuckled, feeling an immense rush of joy.
Nobody else could have whatever she couldn’t have.
Marilyn was just about to command someone to destroy Genevieve’s hands when she received an urgent message.
She hurriedly told the man on the other side of the phone, “Get out of there right now!”
The few of them who were still alive didn’t dare to procrastinate and drove away speedily.
The moment they were out of sight, a few cars arrived and screeched to a halt behind Genevieve.
Steven rushed out of the car and the first thing he saw was Genevieve weeping while hugging Patrick’s dead body.
She continued babbling as if she had gone insane, telling them that Patrick was still alive. Steven drove to the nearest hospital, and the doctors rushed out only to see a dead man in the backseat. However, they still went through with the check-up.
“Miss, the patient passed away half an hour ago.”
