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In the seventh year of being with Garrison, his pure love who had been dead for years suddenly "resurrected".
He regained what was once lost, now by her side every day.
The arrogant and unruly Garrison would bend down to tie her shoelaces when no one was around, and his eyes would turn red with concern when she got pricked by a needle.
At that moment, I knew my relationship with Garrison had come to an end.
I boarded a plane to leave, but that flight crashed that very night, with none of the hundred-plus passengers surviving.
When Garrison heard the news, he went completely mad, holding my clothes and weeping day and night with regret.
But what he didn't know was that I never got on that plane at all.

The Seventh Year as a Stand-In

Meadow's well-informed; just one night after Garrison had visited my place, she showed up at my doorstep the very next day.


I was in the middle of brushing my teeth, my mouth full of foam. "What's this, is my house some kind of tourist attraction? Are you two taking turns checking in?"


"I was cleaning yesterday and noticed you left some things behind. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd drop them off." She placed the bag she was carrying at my feet.


What she called 'my things' were really just worthless junk.


"The dumpster's downstairs. Why don't you do me a favor and toss it on your way out?"


Meadow kept her cool. From the start, I'd given her nothing but irony, yet she maintained this sweet and thoughtful facade.


Chapter 5