Q3
The car smashed through the guardrail, and after a spinning blur, I slowly sank into darkness…
Vincent was still waiting for me.
After what felt like an eternity, driven by sheer willpower, I finally crawled up from the ravine.
By some stroke of luck, a car passed by.
Only after getting in did I realize the driver was Vincent’s assistant, David Miller.
After reaching the mansion where their gathering was held, David went to park the car while I went ahead inside.
I caught sight of Kimberly and Vincent sitting at a small table in the garden, sipping coffee and admiring the moon.
Kimberly asked Vincent, “If your wife wasn’t in the picture, would you marry me?”
I froze in my tracks. I wanted to know the answer, too, so I stood still by the garden fence.
I heard his clear, earnest response. “Yes.”
At that moment, my first instinct wasn’t to confront them but to run away.
I ran straight into David, who was just arriving. Not wanting anyone to see me in such a state, I wondered how to handle the situation when David walked straight ahead as if he couldn’t see me.
He walked right through my body!
Shocked, I looked down and finally realized what was wrong…
I had no shadow.
Vincent’s clear voice came from behind. “If answering hypothetical questions will help you find peace, I don’t mind. But I have Anne now, so there are no what–ifs in my life. It’s her now, and it will always be her.”
I should be happy that he chose me.
Yet, hearing this made me want to cry.
Just minutes ago, I was hit by a car and died in the crash.
What a shame! If only Vincent had said these words before my death.
Vincent continued, “I won’t hold it against you for inviting me here under the pretense of a friendly dinner, but don’t let it
happen again. We’re not in our teens or twenties anymore.”
Kimberly’s voice was on the verge of tears. “So you still have feelings for me, right? You’re only with your wife out of obligation. Why couldn’t you wait for me? I was just one step too late…”
David, oblivious to the atmosphere, stepped forward. “Mr. Blackwood.”
