He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 21

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform, standing there with his hands in his pockets, his figure tall and straight.

It seemed he had already sent Georgia home.

My steps faltered slightly, but I quickly returned to normal, walking past him toward home as if I hadn’t noticed anyone standing there.

Unexpectedly, as I brushed past him, Calvin grabbed my wrist.

My breath caught involuntarily, but I forced down my emotions and turned to ask, “Is there something you need?”

Calvin’s eyes were especially bright in the night, his tone deeply suspicious: “How did you know I want to be a police officer in the future?”

So it has come.

His insight was incredibly sharp, he was born to be a police officer.

But the current Calvin, because of his father’s neglect of the family, had once said he hated this profession.

So everyone who knew him was aware that Calvin didn’t want to be a police officer.

What I said today did indeed seem a bit strange.

Even at eighteen, Calvin’s gaze already carried the oppressive force he would have during interrogations in the future, and I suddenly felt like a criminal suspect.

I quietly took a breath before answering, “I didn’t know, I just said it without thinking.”

This explanation was weak, but I truly couldn’t think of anything else to say in response to this sudden situation.

Who would have thought he’d be waiting here for me in the middle of the night instead of going home to sleep?

I thought, at the very least, he’d wait until tomorrow to question me about it.

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Clearly, my words did nothing to convince him.

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The suspicion on Calvin’s face didn’t lessen at all; instead, he tightened his grip on my wrist: “You’ve been acting especially strange these past two days.”

Although he had noticed something was off about me, I didn’t feel particularly nervous.

After all, I hadn’t done anything wrong.

As for the matter of being reborn, even if I told anyone, no one would believe it.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt more confident, raised my head and met his gaze: “What’s so strange about me?”

Calvin frowned: “You never used to look at me like this.”

Hearing his words, my heart felt as if it had been struck, both sour and aching.

What kind of look did I used to give Calvin?

Admiration?

The more I knew, the more bitter I felt.

So he had always known, just chose to ignore it.

Thinking of this, I lowered my eyes and forcefully pulled my wrist free, my voice turning cold: “Calvin, what kind of look I give you has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

As I spoke, I paused, then looked up at him again: “I’m not the Whitney I used to be anymore.”

I’ve already died once.

At the very least, I’m no longer the Whitney whose whole world revolved around Calvin.

Knowing that the road ahead is full of thorns and darkness, how could I possibly walk it a second time?

After saying this, I withdrew my gaze and walked toward home.

The streetlights stretched my shadow longer and longer, and I could clearly see Calvin’s figure closely following behind me.

He was heading home in the same direction, and I didn’t flatter myself by thinking he was following me.

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Still. I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy, and unconsciously quickened my pace.

Up ahead was a fork in the road; to the left was my house, to the right was Calvin’s.

I thought that once I passed the fork, I’d be out of his line of sight.

But unexpectedly, he continued to follow behind me, neither too close nor too far.

When I reached the front of my house, I saw Georgia standing at the door.

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When she saw Calvin and me arrive together, the resentment on her face was almost impossible to hide.

“Whitty, why are you coming back with Cal?”

I didn’t answer and just kept walking forward.

Georgia then asked Calvin, “Cal, I thought you went home.”

As I stepped inside, I heard Calvin reply. “I had something to ask Whitney.”

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