As Erin watched the figure standing in the light, he thought Stella was scared. She forced herself up from the ground.
âStella, turn around.â
Upon hearing his voice, Stella couldnât help but turn her head. She saw Erin, who had put on a jacket and had a relaxed smile on his face.
âYou didnât kill anyone, so I wonât be in trouble.â
Afraid she wouldnât believe him, Erin, with his bloody body, walked towards her.
âIâm a doctor, I can stop the bleeding myselfâ¦â
He raised his large hand, filled with deep affection and reluctance, and touched Stellaâs face.
âDonât be afraid, letâs goâ¦â
Stella looked at him, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly made up her mind. She turned around, grabbed Henryâs hand, and quickly walked out of the roomâ¦
As the door opened, Stella, covered in sunlight, felt no. warmth, only stiffening her body. She held onto Henry and ran downstairsâ¦
When Henry left the mansion, he glanced in the direction of the top floor and happened to see the man standing in front of the French window. She couldnât make out his expression or whether he would die, but she felt that the gates of hell should no longer open to Stellaâ¦
As he watched the couple board the speedboat, Erin thought that Stella might turn back and look at him, but she never didâ¦
It turned out that Stella really didnât love him anymoreâ¦
After realizing this, his body, which he had been forcing, suddenly slid down the glass.
The crimson blood stained his clothes, pants, and the carpet on the floorâ¦
Erin leaned against the glass, raising his fingers covered in blood, and touched his shattered heart.
Stella, my heart is broken, it canât be saved, butâ¦
You deceived me once, so Iâll deceive you too, and weâll call it even.
He lifted his dull eyes and looked at the light refracting from outside the window, only to find that the light passed over him and shone elsewhereâ¦
He wanted to crawl under the light with all his might, but he had no strength left. He could only stay in the darkness, slowly watching his blood drip awayâ¦
In the moment of feeling death, images of Stella flashed through Erinâs mindâ¦
Young Stella chasing after him, regardless of whether he disliked or despised her, she was always full of enthusiasm, calling him âBrother Erinââ¦
When she was young, Stella would hide in corners, under trees, in rooms, everywhere in the Simpson family, secretly watching him:..
Even as an adult, Stella would deceive him with lies, always whispering in his ear, âErin, I love youâ¦â
Had Erin ever experienced love? He had, but it was a bit too late.
The images in his mind, after a dark lifetime, gradually returned to Stellaâs coming-of-age ceremony when she turned eighteen.
He saw Stella, holding a love letter, blushing and smiling, walking up to him.
âBrother Erin, I like you. Can we be together?â
Erin saw the teenager leaning against a tree and frowned disapprovingly at the cliché love letter in her hand.
âWhat era is it? You still write such old-fashioned love letters.â
At these words, Stellaâs face turned even redder, even her ears were red.
âSo, do you accept or not?â
The teenager took the love letter from Stellaâs hand and embraced her.
âI accept.â
The scene abruptly stopped, and Erinâs vision turned pitch black. He couldnât see anything.
After a moment of silence, he extended his hand covered in blood and started writing on the ground.
But halfway through, he suddenly pausedâ¦
A person like him, even if he died, no one would come looking for him, right?
Whatâs the point of writing these?
Slowly, he retracted his hand.
He didnât know how much time had passed, but the blood in Erinâs body had completely drained.
With his last bit of strength, he turned his gaze towards the sea outside the window.
Stella, you still owe me a blueberry pie. In the next life, please remember to make it for me.
Stella, also please remember to spend another month with me in the next life, just 29 days will do.
As a smile of relief gradually appeared on his lips, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he lost his breath-
A voice deep within his soul asked him, Erin, do you regret it?
Erin said, he regretted it, but he no longer had a chanceâ¦