Too Dead to Help

Noah ransacked my house the entire day but still didn't find me.

Just then, Amelia called him.

After he hung up, he left two burly men behind to keep watch. He then got into his car and drove off.

Before driving off, he gave one last order.

"Remember, if you see Victoria, bring her back to me no matter what it takes. I'm going to peel off her skin and give it to Amelia for the transplant."

With that, he sped away.

I didn't want to follow Noah. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't leave him. It felt like some invisible force had tied me to him, dragging me along whether I wanted to.

I ended up going with him to Amelia's ward.

She was lying in bed, visibly annoyed. Her once beautiful face was now twisted and frightening from the acid burns.

Noah handed her a plate of washed fruit. He then poured her a cup of warm water, wiped her face, and tended to her with meticulous care.

I could only shake my head with a bitter smile. He had never done any of this for me.

Back then, I was the one looking after him, and all I got in return was coldness and disdain.

His love, or the lack of it, was painfully obvious.

Amelia was his first love, his unreachable dream girl from the past. Thinking back on everything, I couldn't help but sigh.

When Amelia finished eating, Noah instinctively took the pits she spat out.

She frowned and snapped, "Noah, I'm getting fed up! What's going on with the face transplant? How much longer do I have to wait? Just looking at myself makes me sick!"

Noah shook his head.

"I went to Victoria's parents' place today. I searched everywhere, but she vanished without a trace. Her parents even tried to fool me by taking me to some grave and claiming it was hers.

"I didn't buy it, so I told the guys to dig it up. And guess what? There were only a few bones in the coffin, probably from some stray dog. Did they really think I'd fall for that?"

I saw a flicker of panic flash across Amelia's face.

"Darling, stop looking for her, okay? We'll figure something out."

She reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic.

"You know how much I care about appearances. Look at me now. I can't live like this. I saved your life, remember? You owe me. Please help me…"

There was something chilling about her at that moment. It made Noah shudder.

I let out a cold laugh.

Everyone else might be in the dark, but Amelia knew full well I was already dead. All she wanted was to trick Noah into giving her his skin.

Noah gave her a slight nod.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get a new face."

The next morning, after feeding Amelia breakfast, Noah headed back to my house.

The two burly men from yesterday rushed over when they saw him. They said they hadn't seen me, but they found a document that might be important.

Noah took the file with a doubtful expression.

The moment he opened it, he froze in shock. It was my death certificate.