I died on the day when my girlfriend cheated on me with her childhood sweetheart.

When I risked my life to rescue my girlfriend from the fire, she said to me, "I will never forgive you."

I witnessed her betrayal and went crazy with jealousy.

She was like the rose I nurtured with my own hands. How could I let others trample on it?

Stop saying that the living were no better than the dead.

The dead would only be replaced, not remembered.

I knew that loving someone was like a gamble. There was no public order and morals, only the willingness to gamble.

But Aria, your memories were all about him. How could I win?

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"Do you hear me, Joseph? If you don't save Simon today, I will never forgive you!"

There was no time to think more.

I turned around and rushed into the fire once again despite the dissuasion of my teammates around me.

My mind was filled with my girlfriend's questions and accusations.

I found my way to the room where they were having an affair based on my memory. Damn it. The way before was blocked by the collapsed partition.

I couldn't forget the disheveled look of my girlfriend when I found her.

She was leaning against the corner, nearly unconscious, while her lover was conscious, having been hit in the forehead by a heavy object.

Actually, we could have saved both of them together, but it would have been slower.

The second floor of this love hotel illegally stored a lot of calcium peroxide, resulting in a fierce fire and frequent explosions at the scene, which became progressively more difficult to control.

We didn't have enough time.

When her lover looked at me with desperate and pleading eyes, I still chose to pick up my girlfriend and walked out without looking back.

Entering the fire again, my heart was in chaos, as if I had lost my way.

What would happen if I couldn't find her lover and returned with no success?

What would happen if I died in the fire with her lover?

Countless thoughts collided in my mind, but I still heard a faint cry for help.

It was the voice of that man.

I supported Simon Jones and walked for an unknown amount of time in the smoke-filled passageway.

Finally, I saw the daylight.

I felt Simon break free from my arm, tearing off the mask on his face and running towards Aria in the distance.

My body began to tilt backwards and fell heavily, out of control.

But I didn't feel any pain.

I only felt that my body was clear and very relaxed.

There was a saying, "Transforming into a fairy and ascending to heaven."

I felt light and as if I had flown into the sky.

I saw Aria and Simon tightly embracing each other. I saw the rescue team rushing around. I even saw myself being surrounded by everyone but with closed eyes and a stiff body.

"Captain! Wake up!!!" Troy, the youngest in the team, cried out, startling me.

I saw Aria get up and walk towards me, staggering and kneeling down beside me.

My face was blackened and covered in soot, with sweat and smoke intertwining into irregular patterns.

She held my face, but I couldn't feel her warmth anymore.

"Save him! Save him!!!" Her voice was hoarse from shouting.

The medical staff brought instruments, and with each electric shock, my soul trembled again.

But my soul had already left its sheath. How could I return to my body?

It was too late.

Aria, if you really cared about my safety, why did you let me rush into the fire again to save your lover at the moment of life and death?

In fact, you have long stopped loving me, right?

It was me who had to stay by your side.

Maybe it was because God pitied me. He didn't want to see me in this pathetic state anymore, and wanted me to be relieved sooner, so he took me away.

The medical staff covered me with a white sheet, but Aria immediately uncovered it.

"No, Joseph is not dead! He's just angry, punishing me and playing a joke on me!' Aria kept shaking my body, "Joseph, wake up. You can't just die like this!! You can't die because of me!!"

"Madam, please accept my condolences."

I was like a sleeping statue, no longer affected by Aria's coquetry and attempts to make amends.

Aria's hands hung weakly down, and she didn't even cover me with the bedsheet before she got up and walked away, as if she was escaping.

She opened the driver's door, but Simon quickly sat in first.

"You can't drive in your current state."

I floated in the air. The asshole was still pretending to be affectionate.

I wished you a smooth journey but disappeared halfway.

I followed them all the way to Simon's house.

Aria, when I was gone, you could finally make a grand entrance, right?

No, when I was your boyfriend, you also visited Simon's house several times, staying out all night.

I looked around Simon's house, which was a lightly luxurious and cold decoration style, many times larger than my dormitory.

After taking a shower, Aria obediently sat on the edge of the bed, with wet hair dripping.

I wanted to pick up the hair dryer and dry her hair as usual, but I could never.

In my place was Simon, who was holding the hairdryer and gently stroking Aria's hair.

I wondered if his actions reminded you of me, Aria.

Simon's fingers went through Aria's hair, reaching her ears, neck, and collarbone, and then slipping into her clothes.

Aria did not refuse.

Simon kissed her, and Aria responded, a hint of blush appearing on her face.

Simon's kisses became more and more passionate, and he began to explore Aria's body.

They gradually rolled onto the bed, and Simon quickly and skillfully stripped off Aria's clothes and threw them aside.

Seeing this scene, I wished I could poke myself in the eyes.

Who was it that said that the living can't compare to the dead? Why did I have to watch my girlfriend being intimate with someone else here?

Wasn't it said that the departure of a loved one would make people remember with regret day after day?

Why did I have to suffer here even though I was already dead? Why did I have to watch my loved one betray me, turning the scenes I imagined when I was alone at home into reality?

I really regretted saving Simon, this son of a bitch.

I crashed around in the living room, but I couldn't feel the pain anymore. In the past, I used to be able to use this method occasionally to exchange for Aria's tears and keep her at home. But as time went on, it became useless. I became more and more like a clown performing a monologue, repeatedly hurting myself to prove that my loved one didn't love me.

Aria's moans reached my ears.

I remembered that rainy day when I first witnessed her cheating.

I went to pick her up at a party, but I saw her getting into an unlicensed Aston Martin.

I dialed Aria's phone number.

She actually answered.

"It's raining. I'll come pick you up."

"No... Um..."

I saw Simon suddenly leaning in to kiss her face, licking and biting the most sensitive part of her ear.

I heard her gasping on the phone, "What are you doing?"

"I'm with a friend doing aerobic exercise in the next-door gym..."

Simon smiled cunningly, unbuttoned Aria's clothes with both hands, and greedily sucked on her collarbone.

"Ah... It's been a long time since I exercised, um. I'm a bit out of breath. I'll call you later."

I watched Simon put down the seat, throw the phone to the back seat, and flirt with Aria.

They made love in the car. The sports car kept shaking, producing a dense haze in the cold rain.

I stood in the rain and thought of ten thousand possibilities, and finally returned home, pretending that nothing happened.

I was afraid of a falling out with her. I was afraid that I would leave first.

How could I give up first when she was the one who betrayed me?

Aria, how could you do it?

You had long forgotten what you said, but I hadn't.

My thoughts slowly drifted back and I found that the vibration in the room had stopped.

I heard a hoarse male voice, with displeasure.

"Your face looks terrible."

"Then get the hell off me."

Aria's voice was particularly cold.

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?