That opportunity came with a mission: to win over Ariana.

But after I succeeded, I fell for her.

I sacrificed everything from my old life to stay by her side.

Yet, the System had its doubts. "Host, people's hearts are fickle. If Ariana ever changes her mind, you'll face erasure from this world."

At that time, I shrugged it off. "Ariana loves me too much to ever stray."

Later, I received the news about Marvin's heart failure.

Ariana became obsessed with getting a divorce, all to fulfill Marvin's dying wish.

Little did she know that fulfilling that wish would cost me my life.

Noticing my low spirits, the System chimed in, "As long as you haven't signed the divorce papers, you won't disappear. I think you still have a chance to change Ariana's mind."

I gazed out at the relentless rain, lost in thought.

I thought, "Can I really change anything?"

But when I saw a post from Marvin on social media, I felt my resolve crumble.

It was a candid shot.

Marvin, in a hospital gown, rested his head on Ariana's shoulder.

She looked at him with such tenderness, peeling an orange with a smile dancing on her lips.

The caption read: [Who says childhood friends can't compete with fate? Ariana has only ever peeled oranges for me.]

From the moment I met her, I knew Ariana despised peeling citrus.

The lingering scent annoyed her, which was why we never kept oranges at home.

If we ever bought some, it was always me who peeled them for her.

So, she could break her own rules after all.

She just wouldn't do it for me.

With that realization, I turned to the System and said calmly, "Forget it. There's nothing left to fight for."

My heart had already turned to stone.

From the moment Ariana decided on the divorce, my fate was sealed.

What difference did it make if it happened sooner or later?

The System's voice softened. "Alright, Host. But before you're erased, I can grant you one wish."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "A wish? Can you make Ariana fall back in love with me?"

The System paused, contemplating.

"I can only do what's within my power, like deciding how you're erased."

"What does that mean? A terminal illness or an accident?"

"Something like that."

That method of erasure seemed to lift any burden from Ariana's conscience.

So, I thought long and hard.

"How about this? After I'm gone, donate my heart to Marvin?"

Marvin needed a heart transplant to survive.