I died.
I died on my wedding day.
I had hurriedly chased after Audrey in my snow-white wedding dress, and just as I grasped his arm, I pleaded, “Audrey, please don’t leave.”
“Today is our wedding day…”
Unexpectedly, Audrey shook off my hand, his gaze filled with anger as he looked at me.
“Lilith, can’t you be a little more understanding?”
“We have a long future ahead of us, but if something really happens to your sister, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives.”
He didn’t even glance back at me, who was desperately chasing him.
He got in his car and drove away.
I lost my shoes, my dignity, and the feelings I had cherished for so many years.
At some point, the sky opened up, and a torrential rain began to pour down. The rain relentlessly struck my face, snapping me back to reality. What I cannot beg for, I will no longer seek.
After all, I don’t have much time left.
Suddenly, a metallic taste surged from my stomach into my throat, and blood gushed from my mouth, staining my pristine wedding dress.
The vivid red resembled blossoms of plum flowers, which I found beautiful—after all, white is too plain.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and walked alone to the edge of the Yangtze River, watching the sunset.
How beautiful it is.
The sun sets, and tomorrow it will rise again as usual. But I won’t be here.
As the last sliver of sunlight faded into the night, I gathered a few stones I liked and tied them to my wedding dress.
Slowly, I waded into the river. This should keep me from floating back up, right?
Suddenly, my phone rang, a glimmer of hope rising within me.
Has someone finally noticed my absence?
The moment I answered, a sharp female voice scolded me from the other end of the line.
“Lilith, are you trying to spread your wings? Your sister attempted suicide by slitting her wrists, and you’re throwing a tantrum over something as trivial as a wedding?”
“Why did I have to give birth to such a malicious daughter? Can’t you stand seeing your sister have even a little bit of happiness?
How many years have you been married, and you still want this wedding?
What a disgrace! That money could’ve been spent on Elisha’s treatment!”
“You’re such a failure, worthless.”
Hearing these insults, I found myself wanting to laugh.
Once I’m dead, who will she vent her anger on?
I interrupted her, “Since I’m such a worthless daughter, just pretend I never existed.”
“You have Elisha, don’t you? Now I don’t want anything anymore, Mother, please let me go…”
At first, the woman on the other end of the line seemed panicked, but then, as if thinking of something, she sneered, “Is this some kind of ploy?
You still have your responsibilities, and not a penny less! Your paycheck is coming, isn’t it? Your sister is in the hospital, transfer 10,000 yuan to me…”
“Money, money, money! Besides asking for money, have you ever cared about how I’m doing?”
“My husband has already gone to be with her, what more do you want from me? Sell the house to pay for her treatment? It’s just depression, and not even severe. Would she be happy if I died?”
“How can you be so cold-blooded? Even your husband can’t stand seeing your sister in pain, and yet here you are, making snide remarks? You really are a wicked child, born evil…” She hadn’t even finished her sentence when I threw my phone into the river.
Finally. The world is quiet now.
No one will disturb me in death.