Turning the Corner and Meeting Mr. Right

It was raining heavily, and in my rush, I forgot to take an umbrella.

People walked by on the street as I wandered aimlessly,

letting the rain wash over me.

When I finally opened the door and stepped inside, I collapsed to the ground,

covering my face and crying.

All the grievances of the past days burst out in an instant.

I had tried so hard to keep James, but it seemed futile.

My body was sore as I struggled to get up.

From then on, there were no more ice cubes prepared for me on the table.

James didn't come back that night.

The next morning, James stood before me, holding the umbrella I had given him the night before, guilt written all over his face.

"I'm sorry, Lily.

Can you wait for me? Sophie doesn't have much time left. I want to accompany her..."

I could sense his anxiety and uneasiness. During the seconds that I didn't respond, his expression didn't relax.

In the more than ten years that I've known him, our relationship had always been based on affection and courtesy.

I had always believed that true love would make someone reluctant to let go.

I undressed, exposing my snow-white body to the air.

James turned his head away, refusing to look at me.

"If I asked you to have sex with me right now, would you do it?"

I asked hoarsely, tears welling up in my eyes.

James took off his coat and wrapped it around me.

"Lily, don't be like this."

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. This was the first time I cried in front of someone else.

James wanted to comfort me but didn't know what to say.

He could only repeat, "I'm sorry," over and over again.

I calmed down and decided to give him another chance.

"James, I'll wait for you at the Bureau the day after tomorrow, for the last time."

After saying this, I ran out of the old house.

There was no way I could stay there any longer.

I kept thinking about how I had taken off all my clothes, and James was indifferent.

My cell phone suddenly rang; it was a call from abroad.

"My dear, I'm sorry, the artificial heart was not successfully grown from stem cells."

At that moment, I felt cold all over.

Bad news always seemed to come on the same day. Why couldn't it come slower, just a little slower?

That way, I could marry James, even if only for a few days.

I had undergone numerous surgeries in the past three years.

When the hope of an artificial heart appeared, I came back to see my dream man.

"If I don't go ahead with the surgery, how many days do I have left?"