He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 13

Could Calvin hear it?

I hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer and said, “Calvin?”

After I spoke, he showed no reaction at all.

I couldn’t quite tell if I felt disappointed or something else.

Then, from the direction Calvin was looking, there came a sound.

I turned and looked over, and saw Georgia limping toward us, leaning on her cane.

Because of my death, my parents seemed to suddenly realize they needed to love their children.

So they had already taken Georgia to rest out of concern, but unexpectedly, she came back alone so late.

Calvin was clearly surprised too, his brows furrowing as he asked, “Why are you here so late?”

Georgia wore a black dress, a small white flower in her hair, her eyes red and swollen, looking pitiful.

She choked out, “I wanted to keep vigil for Whitty.”

With that, Georgia struggled forward on her cane, making her way to my memorial.

Her appearance made it easy to imagine just how difficult it was for her to come here alone.

In the past, Calvin would have hurried over to help her, worried.

But to my surprise, he stood still, not moving at all.

His eyes, cold and deep as a pool, simply watched Georgia quietly, lost in thought.

I didn’t know why she had come, but I no longer cared.

We were sisters by blood, yet because of a man, our hearts had never been truly together for so

many years.

How pointless it all was.

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All night long, the memorial hall remained quiet.

Georgia and Calvin sat apart, with an empty seat between them.

She seemed to find the silence unbearable, trying several times to start a conversation.

But no matter what she said, Calvin showed no interest at all, his expression unchanged.

Finally, he even said impatiently, “If you’re tired, you should go home first.”

Clearly trying to send her away, so Georgia closed her mouth and didn’t dare speak again.

She pursed her lips, looking rather pitiful.

The next day was the day of my burial.

Only a few of my closest loved ones came to see me off for the last time.

My parents, Georgia, and my husband Calvin.

Everyone’s faces were streaked with tears.

Except for Calvin; though his eyes were red, from beginning to end, even now, I never saw him shed a single tear.

I smiled wryly to myself; it didn’t matter, whatever he did couldn’t change the outcome.

Even if he wept bitterly, I could never come back to life.

I watched as they buried my urn in the earth.

Beside my tombstone stood a small marker, for my unborn child.

To my surprise, Calvin had already named the child at some point.

I leaned in to look, and couldn’t help but pause.

On it was written: “Eliot McMullen”

It was a name I had casually written in my notebook; I never expected Calvin to have seen it.

After the last shovelful of earth covered the grave, a light rain suddenly began to fall.

My soul suddenly felt a chill.

It was the first time in days that I could feel the world around me.

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A wave of unease surged in my heart.

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As a force began to pull me backward, I understood: now that I was buried, it was time for me to leave.

Suddenly, I felt a trace of reluctance and tried to resist that force.

But the force was so strong that I had no choice but to submit.

So I could only watch as the world before me grew smaller and farther away.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw Calvin at the grave, opening a black umbrella and handing it to Georgia.

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