I thought back to the times when he would move mountains to get me what I wanted, even if it was just a star in the sky.
Now, he seemed indifferent to my suffering, walking hand in hand with another woman.
Maybe he had wanted a divorce long before this.
"Do you know them?" the man asked.
I laughed bitterly, continuing to cover my mouth. "No, I don't."
Turning to leave, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Once, we had been a couple deeply in love; now, we were like strangers passing in the night.
After my parents died, we had become each other's only support. He had once firmly told me, "We'll get through this together. From now on, I'll be your rock."
But now? I was on the brink of death.
Stumbling out of the hospital, I ignored the curious stares from passersby, brushing aside Marvin's previous warnings. I ducked into a store and picked out a few bottles of wine, bringing them back home.
What does it matter anymore? I am dying—why should I care about restrictions?
I collapsed onto the couch, opened a bottle, and took deep swigs.
Maybe the alcohol would help me forget my longing for him, if only for a little while.
My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID—it was him.
I shot up, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.
After all these days of holding back my feelings and resisting the urge to call him, he was reaching out. I thought maybe Marvin still cared.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before answering the phone.
His voice, however, was cold as ice. "Your trophy's still at my place. If you don't want it, I can dispose of it for you."
His words felt like a sharp dagger piercing right through my heart.
"Could you send it to me, please?" I managed to say calmly.
So, that was the reason for his call. How much did he loathe me that he couldn't even tolerate a trophy?
He let out a sardonic laugh. "I'm busy; I don't have the time."
"There are plenty of maids at the house. Could you ask one…"
"Come get it yourself."
Thus, our disheartening conversation came to an end.
Marvin hung up the phone, and I sank back into the couch, memories of that trophy flooding my mind.
I had always hated practicing the piano, but my parents made me stick with it.
To my surprise, I turned out to be quite talented, winning numerous competitions and eventually snagging one of the most prestigious piano awards in the world.