Cheyne's face instantly sank when he saw me.
"Who let you come? You are not welcome here!"
I knew I was not welcome without him saying it, but I still wanted to find an excuse to see him.
I wanted to take a good look at him, maybe it was a farewell.
I forced a smile, pulling the corners of my mouth.
"Happy birthday!"
I handed him an envelope containing my diagnosis certificate.
"This is my last birthday gift for you."
Cheyne's face instantly turned dark, "Are you cursing me?"
He suddenly knocked the envelope out of my hand, the force was so strong that my arm went numb.
I didn't know if it was because death was approaching, but even the slightest pain was magnified several times.
"Cheryl, if you don't want to come, you don't have to. Do you think I will beg you to come?"
It's not that I don't want to come, I can't come anymore.
"Before leaving, clean up the mess in your bedroom. Winnie happens to need a music room."
I turned around and went upstairs, pushing open the door to my bedroom.
The furnishings inside had been frozen in time since I was ten years old.
The princess dresses my mom bought for me were still in the wardrobe.
I packed my childhood clothes into the box one by one.
There were also many items related to Chibi Maruko-chan on the desk, which Cheyne collected for me before I turned ten.
I packed a box full of warm memories before I turned ten.
On the day of my death, they were there to accompany me, at least I won't be lonely and afraid.
The suitcase was a bit heavy, my body was weak and I couldn't move it anymore.
When I was going downstairs, I accidentally looked up and met Cheyne's gaze.
I lost my footing, and the suitcase rolled down the stairs.
The items related to Chibi Maruko-chan broke free from the constraints of the suitcase and shattered.
Cheyne quietly looked at the mess on the ground, with turmoil in his eyes.
"Cheryl Jones, you're cruel, you're really cruel!
"Get lost, don't let me see you again!"
I didn't care about the pain from the fall, I crawled and stuffed everything, good and bad, into the suitcase.
Like a deserter, I escaped through the gate.
It was raining heavily outside, but it was embarrassing for me to go back since I came out in a hurry.
The door behind me opened.
I turned around with hope, thinking that Cheyne would shelter me from the wind and rain like he did when we were children, and protect me by his side.