Stand-In Heiress's Last Sunflower Blooms in Graveyards - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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Timothy had no memory of how he got home.
He sat in his dark living room all night, scrolling through her private posts with trembling fingers.
**February 20, 2020**
*Found out Timothy came looking for me at the airport and crashed his bike. The injuries ruined his shot at the military.*
*I couldn't help myself—I went to the hospital. Stood outside his room for hours like some creepy stalker.*
*His buddies kept going: "Dude, rich girls like Skylar just mess with guys like us for fun. She can't even bother visiting you after this bad of an accident. When are you gonna see her for what she really is?"*
*Timothy said: "I see it now."*
*He said: "Won't happen again."*
*Honestly? I was relieved. Timothy, you're better off without me. You deserve the life you were meant to have.*
*You've been through enough shit. I won't let your future be miserable too.*
Timothy's chest felt like it was caving in. That accident—speeding to JFK in the rain, the motorcycle sliding out from under him, nearly losing his arm. The injury that killed his military dreams.
She'd been there. She'd heard his friends trash her, heard him give up on them.
**December 31, 2021**
*Pain's so bad I can't even crawl to the kitchen.*
*Is this it? Am I dying? I keep staring at my phone, wanting to call Timothy and tell him I miss him like crazy.*
*But what right do I have? I can't fuck up his life again.*
*I can't drag him into this nightmare.*
**August 16, 2023**
*Another round of chemo. Doctor basically said it's not doing shit anymore.*
*I'm running out of time.*
*But if miracles are real, I want to live. I want to stand next to Timothy again, healthy and whole.*
*Even if he's completely forgotten I exist.*
**April 5, 2024**
*Doctor told me to stop treatment. It's over.*
*Came back to New York.*
*They say you're supposed to go home to die, but where the hell is home for me?*
**November 30, 2024**
*Never thought seeing Timothy again would be so fucking humiliating.*
*I wanted to explain—that my boss was a creep, that his wife got the wrong idea.*
*But when Timothy said "stick to relevant facts only," I just... couldn't.*
*He's right though. None of it matters.*
*He's marrying Katherine. Of course it had to be Katherine.*
*God really hates me, doesn't he?*
*I'm drowning in regret. Why couldn't I have been the one to marry him? Why can't we grab spicy food together one more time? He promised he'd bike me to work every morning—such a stupid small dream that'll never happen.*
*I don't want to leave.*
*But there's no future for me.*
Timothy's hands shook so badly he almost dropped the phone.
**January 9, 2025**
*Conscious less and less now. Think this is really the end.*
*Can barely type anymore.*
*Should probably leave something behind though. Some proof I was here.*
*Timothy won't ever see this, so I can say what I really mean.*
*Timothy, if you find out I'm gone someday, don't be sad about it. Everyone leaves eventually, right?*
*I'm such a mess—I want you to forget me and be happy.*
*But when you actually started moving on, all I wanted was to steal some of your warmth.*
*I'm getting off this ride early, but it's fine.*
*I think I'm okay with how things turned out.*
*I used to joke that when I died, I'd become a bird and fly anywhere I wanted.*
*Guess I'm about to find out if that's true.*
*Okay, I'm rambling. If anyone actually reads this random post,*
*I hope you stay healthy and live forever.*
*Stay healthy and live forever.*
*Seriously, please just stay healthy and live a long fucking life.*
*Time to say goodbye now.*
*Bye, Timothy.*
Timothy stared at the screen until his vision blurred completely.
She'd been dying alone for five years while he moved on with someone else.
She'd loved him until her last breath while he planned his wedding.
He'd failed her in every way possible.
And now it was too late to make any of it right.
He sat in his dark living room all night, scrolling through her private posts with trembling fingers.
**February 20, 2020**
*Found out Timothy came looking for me at the airport and crashed his bike. The injuries ruined his shot at the military.*
*I couldn't help myself—I went to the hospital. Stood outside his room for hours like some creepy stalker.*
*His buddies kept going: "Dude, rich girls like Skylar just mess with guys like us for fun. She can't even bother visiting you after this bad of an accident. When are you gonna see her for what she really is?"*
*Timothy said: "I see it now."*
*He said: "Won't happen again."*
*Honestly? I was relieved. Timothy, you're better off without me. You deserve the life you were meant to have.*
*You've been through enough shit. I won't let your future be miserable too.*
Timothy's chest felt like it was caving in. That accident—speeding to JFK in the rain, the motorcycle sliding out from under him, nearly losing his arm. The injury that killed his military dreams.
She'd been there. She'd heard his friends trash her, heard him give up on them.
**December 31, 2021**
*Pain's so bad I can't even crawl to the kitchen.*
*Is this it? Am I dying? I keep staring at my phone, wanting to call Timothy and tell him I miss him like crazy.*
*But what right do I have? I can't fuck up his life again.*
*I can't drag him into this nightmare.*
**August 16, 2023**
*Another round of chemo. Doctor basically said it's not doing shit anymore.*
*I'm running out of time.*
*But if miracles are real, I want to live. I want to stand next to Timothy again, healthy and whole.*
*Even if he's completely forgotten I exist.*
**April 5, 2024**
*Doctor told me to stop treatment. It's over.*
*Came back to New York.*
*They say you're supposed to go home to die, but where the hell is home for me?*
**November 30, 2024**
*Never thought seeing Timothy again would be so fucking humiliating.*
*I wanted to explain—that my boss was a creep, that his wife got the wrong idea.*
*But when Timothy said "stick to relevant facts only," I just... couldn't.*
*He's right though. None of it matters.*
*He's marrying Katherine. Of course it had to be Katherine.*
*God really hates me, doesn't he?*
*I'm drowning in regret. Why couldn't I have been the one to marry him? Why can't we grab spicy food together one more time? He promised he'd bike me to work every morning—such a stupid small dream that'll never happen.*
*I don't want to leave.*
*But there's no future for me.*
Timothy's hands shook so badly he almost dropped the phone.
**January 9, 2025**
*Conscious less and less now. Think this is really the end.*
*Can barely type anymore.*
*Should probably leave something behind though. Some proof I was here.*
*Timothy won't ever see this, so I can say what I really mean.*
*Timothy, if you find out I'm gone someday, don't be sad about it. Everyone leaves eventually, right?*
*I'm such a mess—I want you to forget me and be happy.*
*But when you actually started moving on, all I wanted was to steal some of your warmth.*
*I'm getting off this ride early, but it's fine.*
*I think I'm okay with how things turned out.*
*I used to joke that when I died, I'd become a bird and fly anywhere I wanted.*
*Guess I'm about to find out if that's true.*
*Okay, I'm rambling. If anyone actually reads this random post,*
*I hope you stay healthy and live forever.*
*Stay healthy and live forever.*
*Seriously, please just stay healthy and live a long fucking life.*
*Time to say goodbye now.*
*Bye, Timothy.*
Timothy stared at the screen until his vision blurred completely.
She'd been dying alone for five years while he moved on with someone else.
She'd loved him until her last breath while he planned his wedding.
He'd failed her in every way possible.
And now it was too late to make any of it right.
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