After I Died, My Lying Girlfriend Missed Me Like Crazy

I followed Aria back to our home.

As she opened the door, Coco ran over with its tail wagging. But it started barking at Aria unlike before.

"Coco, what's wrong with you? Why are you so cranky?"

Aria wanted to hold Coco in her arms, but she missed.

Coco stood diagonally opposite Aria with some hostility, maintaining a distance.

"Coco, come here quickly. Let me hug you!" Aria's voice gradually became aggrieved as she tried to pull Coco over by its collar. But Coco struggled desperately and ran away into the distance.

Even the dog didn't want to be close to her after I died.

Aria angrily picked up Coco's favorite doll and threw it at Coco. Coco fled away in pain.

"Even you don't want me anymore." Aria sat paralyzed on the ground and slowly lay down, her eyes closed tightly.

Aria, did you also suffer? Were you starting to miss me?

A subtle exuberance suddenly arose in my heart. I lay down beside Aria and silently watched her.

Aria lay from dawn until sunset. The setting sun fell on her body, forming a dappled light and shadow.

In the past, we often spent our time aimlessly, lying down all day like this. Because Aria once said that she liked watching the sunset and didn't want to do anything when she watched the sunset.

After a long time, Aria suddenly sat up, and I saw her packing up all my things: our photos, the movie tickets, the little notes I wrote to her, my trophies and medals that I gave her, the signed jersey of Cristiano Ronaldo that she went through a lot of trouble to get, the thermos cup we bought together, and the clothes, hats, and shoes she bought for me, the scarf she knitted for me by hand, and many, many more evidence of our love.

I squatted aside and watched those big boxes, feeling a bit smug. We had loved each other for so long, and we weren't without proof. I enthusiastically explained the origin of each item, with exaggerated and arrogant gestures. If Aria saw it, she would definitely say that I was too noisy.

Unfortunately, she couldn't hear me.

The whole room was so quiet that I could hear Aria sighing again and again.

I also felt depressed.

Aria, I thought I hated you.

But every time I started to hate you, I always remembered how good you were to me.

We had so many beautiful memories.

When I looked at these traces of our love, I realized that I didn't hate you but hated that you didn't treat me well.

I knew you loved me too, but you had given that love to others.

Was I too greedy? Or were you too cruel?