Those Five Years We Passed Each Other By

I went to the hospital to pick up my boyfriend after his shift, only to find my fiancé in a hospital room, the man who had been declared dead five years ago. His hands and feet were bound to the bed, and his body was covered in wounds from self-harm. The moment he saw me, he turned away, buried his face in the pillow, and sobbed, begging me to leave. He said, “Lin Ting, please, let me go.” He said I wasn’t good enough for him, and that since I was about to marry someone else, I should stop showing up in front of him and getting in his way. But when we were alone in the hospital room, his eyes glistening with tears, he secretly kissed me again and again.