In my previous life, I had a crush on Troy Salas for 4 years and became his girlfriend for 4 years.

But that 8 years meant nothing for him, since he still could not resist his childhood sweetheart and decided to break up with me.

I did not make any noise and accepted it all calmly.

But later, he knelt down downstairs of my house and begged for a reconciliation on live broadcast.

He said that even if we really had to separate, he wanted to celebrate my birthday one last time and hug me.

Under netizens’ persuasion, I softened my heart and went downstairs.

But after Troy saw me, he turned off the live broadcast and took out an ax.

He kept hitting me, shouting all the time.

“You want to separate, right? Fine, I am going to separate you now.”

I struggled hard to escape, but was still put into two sacks.

When I loved him, he poured all of his love to his childhood sweetheart. But when I stopped loving him, he tore me apart.

I did not know why everything became like that. After all, it was clearly him who wanted to break up. But he acted as if I was the villain.

So, once again, I returned to the day of his live broadcast.

My cell phone rang and I suddenly opened my eyes.

Looking at the familiar bedroom and the name jumping on the screen, I was sure that I was reborn.

The ringing became more and more urgent, like a curse that was taking one's life.

I felt a chill in my heart and cold sweat broke out on my back and palms.

In my previous life, it was the day that Troy called me and said he wanted to meet me.

I originally refused because he was the one who abandoned me.

But when I saw the live broadcast of his video on the video website, I suddenly felt soft-hearted.

When I saw him in the underground garage at 11 o'clock in the evening, he walked towards me with a big bouquet of flowers.

I thought he was apologizing sincerely, but it turned out to be just the beginning of a nightmare.

“Troy, if you promise me that you will not meet Terra again, I will…."

Before I could finish my words, my mouth and nose were covered and I fainted after a pungent smell was inhaled into my nose.

When I woke up again, I was in an abandoned slaughterhouse and Troy was standing next to me with an ax.

I was tied to the cold, hard stone slab, feeling powerless all over and could only make weak sounds from my mouth.

“What... what do you want to do?"

Troy's expression was somewhat painful, but also with a hint of a smile, so that he looked as hideous as a demon crawling out of hell.

He did not answer me, but covered his eyes with a black cloth.

He raised his knife and slashed at random places on my body.

“Separation, this is the real separation.”

Soon my body was torn apart and the severe pain made me struggle and scream, but it was no use.

“Why?” was the last thing I asked.

“Aubrey, don't be afraid. It won't hurt soon. From now on, both you and I will be free.”

After my body was cut into pieces and put into two sacks, Troy sat down on the ground tiredly.

In the end, I was becoming a soul, who was looking at the stone platform stained with blood. 

Even though I was already dead, I could still feel the pain of being torn apart.

So, I wanted to rush over to him and ask him why he did this to me, but my hands could only pass through his body.

Troy did not even let go of my broken body. He poured gasoline on it, burned it and then buried it.

His eyes were full of excitement when he said, “In this way I can be with Terra for real.”

I kept asking why until I died. Since I did not understand why did I have to die without peace?

He clearly proposed to break up and I didn't insist. But why did they need me to die to be together?

What was more cruel, Troy did it on my birthday. It was clearly four years ago on my birthday that he confessed his love to me with a blushing face.

I could not believe that the person I used to love for eight years would be so cruel to me in the end.

The cell phone rang again, bringing me back to my senses and reminding me of the pain of broken bones.

I didn't dare answer the call or hang up, so I could only put the phone down and silence it.

After calming down a little, I turned on the computer.

I logged into the video website as a visitor, searched for the keywords in my memory and sure enough, I saw Troy’s live broadcast room.

I clenched and unclenched my hands several times before I finally clicked in.

At that moment, Troy still told the viewer about our love story, just like in our previous life.

In the live broadcast room, Troy didn't mention a word about himself and Terra, he just said that he hoped I could give him a chance to part ways amicably.

“I just want to see her one last time. Our relationship started on her birthday. If we really have to separate, I also hope that it will be a beginning and an end, so that I can spend her last birthday with her.”

As a result, netizens were moved by his words and left messages in the barrage.

“I don't know why you broke up, but if you love someone, you should pursue them bravely.”

“The probability of two people falling in love in the world is lower than winning the lottery. I support the live streamer in trying to save the relationship.”

“Since you are seeking peace, you should be sincere. Let me give you a gift to see if I am sincere.”

Just like in my previous life, as soon as this sentence appeared, I received a payment reminder on my phone.

At the same time, Troy showed his 7,000 dollars transfer record on the screen.

“I would give every gift I get here to her, anything for her until she would see me again.

“But she didn't answer my call. Do you have any other ideas? I'm willing to try.”

In my previous life, the reason I went downstairs was not because of his money transfer, but because of the helplessness I felt when I saw that person, who was usually cold and arrogant, was willing to compromise and asked netizens for advice for my sake.

That was a side of him I had never seen before and since it was a very abrupt breakup, I still planned to meet him to talk it out and hear his explanation.

So I answered the phone and went downstairs. But what I got in return for my soft-heartedness was being torn into pieces.

That time, I clearly knew the result, so when I saw Troy's face, I did not have any pity anymore.

But suddenly a voice in my heart was clamoring to go see him. I was even wondering if he had some difficulties in his previous life.

As a result, I was shocked by my own thoughts and gasped for breath.

I rushed into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water for a few minutes before I calmed down and looked at myself in the mirror.

“I'm hopeless for this love-brained person of mine. I know the ending, but I still want to meet him?”

After calming down and looking at the computer again, Troy lowered his head as if he was sad.

The netizen actually said that I might not be looking at my phone or was asleep, so it would be more sincere for him to come directly to my house.

At the same time, another comment caught my attention.

“I advise netizens not to get involved in other people's karma. I think this live streamer has a sad face but fierce eyes. Maybe he is a wolf in human skin. 

“Haven't you heard of those dismemberment cases? Sometimes, a person holds a grudge against someone who once loved them after being abandoned. So, when her love fades, all he wants is to tear her apart.

“It's better not to advise him to look for girls in the middle of the night, guys.”

I didn’t see this comment in my previous life because I had already gone downstairs by then.

But the ending was exactly as he said and I was eventually scattered all over the place.

Just as I was stunned, Troy suddenly raised his head.

“Then I will go to her house to look for her. I hope I will not scare her. Because it involves privacy such as her address, I will not broadcast it live later. Everyone, please wish me good luck.”

He was clearly saying that with a smile, but I felt like his eyes were looking directly at me through the screen, as if he was saying.

“I found you.”

After saying that, Troy turned off the live broadcast.

I shuddered all over. I turned off the computer without even having time to exit the live broadcast, picked up my phone and keys, then went out.

Looking at the two elevators rising at the same time, I didn't know which one he was in.

When I went out, I checked the surveillance video in the lobby of the apartment building and saw him walk into the elevator.

In order to avoid meeting me, he chose to take the stairs.

But when I hurried to the 10th floor, I felt inexplicably anxious.

I didn't know if it was because I was just nervous or if it was my sixth sense that danger was coming.

I stood there unable to move forward, so I looked down from the corner.

Since the downstairs signs were not on, it indicated that no one had come up.

But the pitch-black darkness always made me feel that if I went any further, I would end up in an abyss.

As a result, I just stood there in silence.

As time went by, every minute that passed seemed so long.

I was scared but also looking forward to it. I thought I might be crazy.

Could it be that after I died once, my brain was damaged, or maybe the composition of my body cells was messed up because of the dismemberment Troy did to me before?

But the stairwell was so quiet that my breathing sounded heavy.

Just as I was hesitating, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

I did not know why it didn't even alert the emergency lights, but his step felt like it was stepping heavily on my heart.

Although I kept comforting myself that my house was on the 18th floor and Troy would not be able to use the stairs, I still did not dare to act rashly.

But at that moment, the security door of the stairwell was pushed open with a magnetic click.

The sudden voice made me almost scream as I was already nervous and I looked at the person who came with my eyes wide open.

Gordon was probably also frightened by me and just as he was about to speak, I covered his mouth.

Only after I dragged him into his house did I sit down on the ground along the door frame, exhausted.

He handed me a glass of water while asking, “Miss Lutz, what's wrong with you?”

My mouth was dry so I took it and drank it in big gulps without bothering to explain.

“Is there a surveillance camera in front of your house? Can you bring it up for me to see?”

I just noticed that there was a surveillance camera in front of Gordon’s door, facing the direction of the corridor, so I asked about it.

Looking at the picture on the phone from a minute ago, I tried my best to control my hands from shaking.

In the picture, just a few seconds after Gordon and I closed the door, a hand pushed open the door of the emergency staircase.

Troy appeared in the camera with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He looked around and then stared gloomily at the door of Gordon's house.

He did take the stairs, but why?

I unconsciously stepped back, pulled Gordon away from the door and muttered, “That is impossible. Why is this happening?”

He clearly entered the elevator and there was no one on the stairs before, so why did he appear on the stairs from the elevator?

During the four years that Troy and I were together, there were many times when we had such spiritual connections.

Sometimes, he knew what I wanted to eat before I even said it, even if the idea just came to me.

Then, every gift he gave me also was what I wanted, even though I never told or discussed it to him before.

Even when we quarreled, he always knew exactly what made me angry and apologized accordingly.