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The tenth year of competing alongside Seraphina
She's getting married.
I provoked her fiancé at a chess tournament.
After she found out, she revoked all my competition qualifications.
I didn't cry or make a fuss.
But she went crazy, pinning me against the wall and kissing me: "Why aren't you making a scene this time?"
I won't say. Because, you see, I'm dying.

Trophy Given to Her Childhood Sweetheart By Girlfriend

So, suddenly, I didn't want Seraphina to have it easy anymore.


"I regret it. I always thought we had more time. Melody, I can't be without you. Can we spend this last bit of time together, just the two of us?"


I remembered when I first heard the news of her engagement, how I ran to her, crying.


I begged her, "Seraphina, please don't marry another man."


But she just calmly hugged me and said, "Melody, be good, don't make a fuss. This is a serious matter. I still love you, Melody."


What about me? What am I to you? What am I supposed to be when you marry another man?


But now that she's not marrying another man, I can't bring myself to be happy either.


It's useless now, I thought as I opened my eyes and looked at Seraphina kneeling by my bed.


"Seraphina, I want to ride a bike," I said.


I figured, just ignoring her like this was letting her off too easy.


I wanted her to feel the pain I once felt.


Chapter 8