When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

4

For some unknown reason, Harris had been sullen ever since he saw the sticky note.

He lay on the couch for a long, long time, staring at the butterfly chandelier above his head.

If he could see supernatural things, he should also be able to see me sitting on the butterfly's wings, watching him.

This was something we bought together before we got married, and I loved it.

Miraculously, he also fell in love with this butterfly chandelier.

At that time, I was overjoyed that I had finally reached a consensus with him, not knowing that his sweetheart was named Monarch, the name of a butterfly.

I had asked him about his first love when I was jealous after we got married.

He lay on the couch and his arm pillowing me.

He stared blankly at the ceiling and said, "My first love flew away as a butterfly."

My heart tightened, and my desire to sacrifice myself grew even more vital.

I kissed his eyes and counseled him over and over again.

"Can I be your butterfly?

"My parents all say I'm the most cheerful person in our family, I can definitely make you happy!"

He didn't say anything. He just hugged me and trembled.

He listened to my heartbeat against my chest.

His hands gripped me so tightly that even though it hurt, but I didn't ask him to let go.

Because I interpreted his suppressed resentment as being moved by me.

Falling in love had the power to cloud one's judgment.

I deserve to be treated like this by him later.

After watching for about an hour, Harris finally decided what to do next.

I didn't intend to follow him, but it seemed like I could only follow within three feet of him.

I'm at the bathroom door now, listening to the sound of running water inside.

A minute later, the sound of bottles and cans falling to the ground made me feel creepy.

I flew open the door and saw Harris with bloodshot eyes.

He looked at the crimson in the entire bathroom, and his face finally showed a distorted expression.