It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 158
The moment the vision-me let out a quiet laugh, dread knotted in my chest.
‘I hate you.’
‘…What?’
‘I hate you. I hate you! Lionel, I’ve come to absolutely loathe you!’
My reflection filled his wide, stunned eyes. A woman contorted with disgust, shouting as if at something vile.
‘I saw your corpse, hanging from the wall, crawling with maggots. It was so revolting I couldn’t stand it. Now when I look at you, that’s all I see. I want to vomit!’
The cruel words rained down like blades, carving his heart to shreds.
And yet, there was no rage. No blame. No fury.
The only thing Lionel felt was despair.
You’re… going to abandon me.
The knowledge alone was enough to shake him to his core, as if the very ground beneath his feet had crumbled.
Because I failed. Because I died before you. Because I hurt you.
‘I’m sorry, Serenia. For leaving you again…’
I…. drove you to this choice.
‘That’s not it!’
But even as he drowned in guilt, I, Serenia Solen, snapped at him with sharp finality.
‘I just hate you. I hate you now!’
Heaving, my chest rose and fell with the weight of the intense emotion as I panted through gritted teeth. Then I spun on my heel.
‘I asked to meet so I could tell you to stop meddling in my life.’
Lionel, eyes glistening, could barely get the words out.
‘How could I… How could I ever live without you.’
‘Is that so? Then just die. Spare me the disgrace and just die already.’
With every word I spat, Lionel felt as though he were being driven to the very edge of a cliff.
‘Serenia…’
‘If you can’t do it, should I kill you myself?’
I glared at him with feral rage and drew a dagger, my killing intent unmistakable, as if I truly meant to end his life right then and there.
It wasn’t a bluff. I really did swing the blade at him with everything I had.
‘Serenia, you’ll hurt yourself. Put that down…’
Worried I might wound myself swinging a weapon I could barely control, he reached out in desperation to stop me, and in the process, the blade sliced deep into his wrist.
Even as his blood spilled, he managed to seize my wrist and wrench the dagger from my grasp, finally breathing out in relief.
‘Let go. I said let go! I told you I’d kill you! Why are you doing this?’
While I thrashed in his grip, he bit down on his lower lip so hard it bled. He had no choice but to accept it now, that I had made up my mind.
‘If… you really hate me that much, then I won’t appear before you again in this life.’
Even as he said the words, a thought pierced through him.
How do I endure not seeing you? What if in the next life, you still turn away, saying you hate me? What if in the life after that, you refuse me again. Then what am I supposed to do?
‘I understand what you’re saying. That’s enough now.’
The eyes that had been glaring at him, bloodshot and furious, flicked toward the blood-drenched wound on his arm.
‘Glad to hear it.’
I shook his hand off coldly and turned away.
‘Take care, Lionel. I hope we never see each other again.’
I could have healed him. It would’ve been nothing. So simple. But I didn’t.
I left him like that, the man I had wounded, left him behind without even thinking to stop the bleeding.
As though fleeing the gaze fixed on me, a gaze that held nothing but unending sorrow, I didn’t look back once.
That was where the vision ended.
I felt the wetness on my cheek and quickly wiped it away with my palm.
Thankfully, Lionel still had his eyes closed, apparently still deep in the memory.
