Chapter 10

"Remember? The first time you made me a birthday cake, it was burnt to a crisp."

She said with a laugh, but tears kept streaming down her face.

By this point, I had become extremely weak, with my waking hours growing shorter each day.

My memory was also deteriorating.

I asked in confusion, "Did I ever bake you a cake?"

"You don't remember?"

She looked somewhat disappointed, "I told you it was the best cake I'd ever had, because you made it."

I coughed painfully and didn't say anything.

Because in my limited memory, everything related to her was slowly fading away.

As if a gentle breeze could scatter it all in an instant.

Leaving no trace behind.

She held my hand, "Tom, I'm sorry. I really know I was wrong."

I looked at her and said softly.

"Vivienne, I don't blame you anymore."

"Really?" She looked up in surprise.

"Yes."

I closed my eyes, "Because I no longer have the strength to hate."