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He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 14

Calvin was completely unaware of the utter disappearance of Whitney’s soul.

He handed the umbrella to Georgia and said in a calm voice, You should go ahead.

With that, the funeral could be considered complete.

Whitney’s parents wiped their tears and nodded at his words, already preparing to leave.

But Georgia didn’t move, looking at Calvin with hesitation and asking, What about you?

The man had already turned to look at Whitney’s tombstone and replied softly, I’ll stay with her a little longer.

But it’s raining. You’ll get sick if you get soaked.

Georgia refused to leave, trying to hold the umbrella over Calvin’s head.

The man’s voice turned cold, a bit impatient: No need, just go.

His tone left no room for argument. Georgia pressed her lips together and, in the end, could only turn around and leave with her parents, reluctant to go.

Once Calvin was the only one left in the cemetery, his alwaysstraight back suddenly collapsed.

He stared blankly at Whitney’s blackandwhite portrait on the tombstone, where she was smiling radiantly.

A sharp pain struck his heart, and suddenly he couldn’t bear to look any longer, lowering his eyes.

No one but Calvin himself knew whether the drops sliding down his face were rain or tears.

Nor did anyone hear him whisper to the tombstone, I’m sorry.

That day, Calvin stood alone, drenched, in front of Whitney’s grave until nightfall.

Even the old man who watched over the graves couldn’t bear it anymore and came over to advise, Young man, go home. Those who have left are already gone. The living still need to live well.

Hearing this, Calvin finally moved his stiff body.

He lifted his head, his tone somewhat lost: It’s me who let her down.

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The old man sighed, If you didn’t cherish her while she was alive, standing here longer now means nothing

With that, he shook his head and walked away.

Those words hit Calvin’s heart like a heavy stone, making it ache.

A thick mist clouded his eyes, impossible to dispel.

After returning home, Calvin came down with a high fever.

He had always been healthy and rarely got sick, but somehow, this time the rain had brought him down.

For several days in a row, Calvin stayed at home, not stepping outside.

He spent his days in a daze, and whenever he opened his eyes, all he saw was the empty house.

Traces of Whitney’s presence were everywhere, but her scent could never be found again.

Calvin felt as if a piece of his heart had been carved out.

The only time he was truly awake each day was when he called his colleagues at the station to ask about the progress of the case.

The rest of the time, he let himself sleep, as if hoping Whitney might visit him in his dreams.

But she never came.

Calvin opened his eyes, staring at the snowwhite ceiling, and murmured, You must still blame me

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

He got up, walked to the entryway, and felt a moment of confusion as he opened the door.

But soon, Calvin realized that the person in front of him was Georgia, not Whitney.

Although the sisters looked identical, the expressions on their faces were completely different.

He looked at Georgia, making no move to let her in, and asked calmly, Why are you here?

Georgia was still leaning on her crutch. She lifted the insulated container in her hand and said softly, I brought you some soup. I got up early this morning to make chicken soup for you. You need nutrition to get better soon.

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Calvin stood there, indiflèrent, making no move to take it.

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Georgia pressed her lips together and softened her tone, acting coquettishly: Cal, are you really going to make me stand outside the door like this?

Calvin finally spoke: That’s not necessary. You should go back, and don’t come again.

With that, he turned to go back inside.

Just as he was closing the door, Georgia’s hand, reaching out to stop him, got caught.

Ouch!

At the sound of her cry of pain, Calvin’s action of closing the door paused.

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