Just Let Me Die

"Why did you break up with me? Do you know how heartbroken I was?"

"When I needed you most! When I was at my most helpless! You actually left me!"

Her word kept echoing through my mind, each repetition like a knife twisting deeper.

I'm just a food driver at a hotpot restaurant.

And her? She isn't just any customer dining here today - she's become the Regional Director for Helios Nation at Vuitton International, one of the world's most prestigious luxury brands!

Four years ago, I broke up with her.

She was the woman I loved most in this cold, colorless world!

The one I once swore I'd marry and no other!

The woman for whom I built an eternal fortress in my heart, where I remain imprisoned to this day!

My thoughts spiraled in despair.

Her words kept interrogating my soul, an endless loop of torment.

I whispered to myself: --I didn't want to, but I had no choice...--

"Cough, cough..."

Suddenly, my throat erupted in searing pain, forcing out two harsh coughs.

I pulled down my mask and spat - blood stained my saliva.

Late-stage liver cancer.

That's right, when I broke up with her four years ago, I had already been diagnosed with hepatitis.

Four years on, my condition hasn't improved. It's only deteriorated, evolving into liver cancer.

The doctors gave me six months to live.