I Slapped the Villain After 99 Rebirths Chapter 12
In Joseph’s original fate, he never married, never had a lover.
But his life was filled with countless, nameless admirers.
I was one of them.
Loving Joseph was both an accident and an inevitability.
He saved me when I was being bullied by some kids near school.
Yeah. That cliché.
Maybe it was also because he was so gorgeous. I’d walk past his classroom on purpose, just to sneak a glance at him.
I wrote him so many letters, but never signed my name.
I didn’t know if he read them. He got so much fan mail every day.
And every day, I’d sneak a bottle of chocolate milk into his locker, just because I’d seen him drink it once.
I thought he liked it. I never wanted him to know who I was.
From a young age, I’d known my fate.
I was abandoned at a group home because of a congenital heart defect. I could disappear from this world at
any moment.
I couldn’t run or join gym class; I could only sit in a corner and watch everyone else play.
Knowing my time was short, I was even afraid to get close to anyone.
I didn’t have any real friends. That way, no one would be sad when I was gone.
Joseph and I weren’t in the same homeroom, but we had gym class together.
My eyes would always drift to him, unable to look away.
He always seemed unhappy. And I wanted him to be happy.
In my letters, I’d draw little cartoons, the kind that made people smile, hoping they’d brighten his mood when he saw them.
After graduation, I couldn’t see Joseph anymore. But I kept writing to him, sending him little gifts for the holidays.
I always remembered his home address.
I saw Joseph once, when we were adults. He was even more handsome, and even colder.
He had no idea that the girl who passed him on the street had loved him for years.
People say secret love is sour.
But I thought it was sweet.
Maybe because I never expected anything in return.
My crush was mine alone, a sweet fruit blooming on my dying heart.
Until one day, the fruit fell. And the sweetness turned to rot.
I was twenty-four when I was hospitalized.
I knew I was leaving this world soon. I wrote one final letter as a goodbye.
[Joseph, I won’t be writing to you anymore, because I’m going to stop loving you…]
But I fell asleep before I could finish.
I’d signed a body donation form.
Too bad my heart was broken.
Otherwise, it would have kept on loving him forever.
