There is no more Elisa in this world.
Hamish’s knees buckled as he knelt on the ground.
When a person is in extreme pain, crushed by heavy blows, the body will involuntarily trigger its protective function, like a machine. But now this machine, his body, is rusty and missing important parts, unresponsive even to external stimuli.
Who can tell him what the meaning of his rebirth is?
Why cry? Isn’t this what you prayed for?
Didn’t you think about it? Is this life the next life you prayed to come back to?
Just like Elisa thought, in a world without her, her mother will not sacrifice herself to protect her, her body will be healthy, she will live happily ever after with Koby, and be able to raise Ivan well.
All the “misfortunes” she experienced in her past life have not happened, have been cut off at the source. Elisa killed herself, and everything turned out exactly as she expected.
But without you, this world has lost some meaning as well.
Koby had been eavesdropping outside, hearing his wife’s choked sobs. He rushed in, trying to comfort and wipe away tears.
This side of Koby was not what Hamish had ever seen before. In his past life, the Koby he saw was a man who only insulted his daughter and spent money. Even Elisa probably never saw this tender side of Koby.
Although Ivan still brags as he did in his past life, the difference now is that he has caring and loving parents to guide him, not allowing him to become a gambler and womanizer like in his past life.
At this moment, everyone’s paths have changed. Elisa, with her own death, fulfilled everyone.
Koby gently comforted, “Don’t cry, everything is over. I believe our daughter will live well in another world.”
Mrs. Powell cried uncontrollably. If her daughter hadn’t died, she would have been four years old by now. She had never seen her, but missed her for the past four years.
She shouldn’t have talked to Hamish about this, but as soon as he asked, her heart ached, telling her she should let this boy know.
The more his wife cried, the more Koby blamed Hamish. He didn’t know where this child came from, as if intentionally reopening the wounds of their family.
Hamish had long lost consciousness, got up from the ground, swayed out, and bumped into Ivan downstairs.
Ivan was going to complain to him, but seeing Hamish’s red, tear-stained face, he held back.
“Are you leaving?” he asked cautiously.
Hamish stopped in front of Ivan and asked, “Ivan, if you had a sister, would you cherish and care for her?”
Ivan didn’t hesitate and said, “Of course, I love having a sister. It’s a pity my mom can’t get pregnant now.” He had heard his parents mention that he was supposed to have a sister.
If his mother had survived and given birth, his sister would be four years old now. What he envied most was seeing others with a soft, sweet sister.
There was bitterness in Hamish’s eyes. They were all liars, never treating Elisa well, including himself.
There were over a dozen missed calls on his communication watch, but Hamish didn’t notice any of them. Fortunately, there was a locator, and Mrs. Burns and Mr. Burns found him through it.
They were worried and angry on the way, thinking about how to discipline this disobedient and wandering son later.
But when they saw Hamish, he was standing numbly at the entrance of the amusement park, looking as if he had lost his soul.
They say laughter is contagious, but in the amusement park where laughter was constant, Hamish was not affected at all. His eyes were sour, tears falling continuously. He bowed his head, looking at his toes, tears streaming down.
The couple approached, seeing Hamish shivering and trembling, biting his lower lip until it bled.
Mrs. Burns was shocked and knelt down, holding his face, gently wiping his tears away, “Hamish, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Tell mommy.”
Forced to look up at his mother, Hamish’s tears fell from the corners of his eyes, wetting her fingertips. Choking on his breath, his chest felt constricted, as if he had needles pricking him inside, breathing gently but in agony.
Hamish had suddenly left and gone to this place, suddenly cried uncontrollably, catching everyone off guard. Mrs. Burns was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort him, feeling as if her son had been possessed.
She picked Hamish up, “Don’t be afraid, mom will take you to the hospital.”
Mr. Burns, not good at expressing himself, could only accompany them silently in the car.
The more sorrowful Hamish cried, the more Mrs. Burns felt pain in her heart, anxious and restless, her voice trembling, “Hamish, where does it hurt…”
“Mom.” Hamish hugged his mother’s neck, finally spoke, “My heart hurts… it hurts so much.”
The dull pain in his heart made it hard to breathe. He choked on his breath, gasping for air. In his past life, he had lost Elisa. In this life, he didn’t even have the chance to have her.
Without Elisa in this world, the one who taught him what love is and how to love, she doesn’t exist in this life.
The world is missing one person, but it won’t change anything. The Earth will continue to spin, the cicadas will sing in the summer, the sun will rise and set, romantic dusk, bustling streets, people laughing and arguing, joy and sorrow, birth and death, it happens every day.
But for Hamish, his whole world has collapsed. It’s not the same without her.
She shouldn’t have died… Elisa shouldn’t have died… she shouldn’t have died…
-“Hamish, if there is another life, let’s part ways happy and content.”
-“The world is beautiful, but because of you, I won’t come.”
-“… I wish you a bright future, free from illness and disaster, meet a good person, grow old together, and from then on… may we never meet again, and may every year be peaceful.”
?End of the story】