I was the last surviving member of the Immortal Kindred. But after 99 heartbreaks, my immortality would shatter completely, and I would die for good. Falling for Caleb Thorne, the brilliant archaeologist, was my last chance. He once promised we’d grow old together, our love eternal. But everything changed when Lila joined our excavation team. He mocked my immortal fate, sneering, “Don’t sicken me. When I’m gone, won’t you just move on to the next guy? How filthy.” Later, when I was captured for live research, I called him for help. He dismissed it as a pathetic act and hung up to be with Lila instead. My heart broke for the 99th time. I closed my eyes, and my life finally ended. But when he realized I was truly gone, he spiraled into madness. Wind whipped up sand, the sky darkened, and the ancient tomb felt eerily sinister. Our team carefully studied the murals on the walls. Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed from above, and the tomb passage began to shake violently. “Cave-in! Run!” one of the team members yelled. “Lila!” Caleb’s voice was filled with frantic urgency. In that critical moment, my boyfriend was calling out another woman’s name. I turned my head and saw a massive rock hurtling towards Lila. Before I could even react, a shove sent me forward, pushing Lila to safety. The colossal rock, instead, crashed down on me. Excruciating pain ripped through my body. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to the hands that had pushed me—Caleb Thorne’s. He was frantically rushing to Lila, pulling her into his arms, as if terrified she might even get a scratch. When the cave-in subsided, team members rushed to help move the rock off me. Caleb, meanwhile, was still meticulously tending to Lila’s slightly scraped knee. Only after he was done did he finally remember me. By then, I had already been moved onto a stretcher. Caleb’s eyes widened when he saw my state. He looked stunned. “Anya… I…” “Caleb! My foot hurts!” Lila called out from a distance. Caleb immediately rushed back to her. After a few steps, he turned back to me and said: “Anya, it was too dangerous just now. You know Lila’s always been delicate since childhood, she can’t handle any injury.” “Anyway, you won’t die. You won’t blame me, right?” I struggled to speak, but before I could utter a single word, Caleb was already helping Lila up. Right. I wouldn’t die. But I just wouldn’t die. I had all the same emotions and senses as any normal person… I was bedridden for three days. Caleb finally came to see me. He looked at me, lying in the hospital bed, his face full of guilt. “Anya, this is an ancient coin we found during the dig these past two days. It has great meaning, so I had it made into a necklace for you.” The last time Caleb gave me a gift was four years ago, when I hand-knitted him a scarf. The next day, he gifted me a bottle of perfume in return. Even though the top notes of the perfume were an overpowering rose scent, which I didn’t like, I still treasured it for years. Every year after that, he would say: “We’re old married couples now, no need for these extra things. I’ll always love you.” Though I accepted that notion, I was still excited and asked him to put the necklace on me. But after he did, he said, “Lila and I made it together. She said it’s her apology to you.” “She feels really bad about what happened the other day, and she’s been down. When you’re better, why don’t you go apologize to her?” The sudden surge of joy instantly drained away. My heart clenched with a sharp, agonizing pain. I stared at him, confused, and said, “Caleb, you two made it together, fine. But why do I have to apologize?” Caleb frowned, looking at me with dissatisfaction. “Anya, when did you become so petty? It’s just an apology, sweet-talk her a bit. You won’t lose a limb.” I turned away from him. “I won’t go.” Caleb said nothing, then turned and walked out. From start to finish, not a single word of comfort.
The next day, I woke up in a haze. I unexpectedly heard an argument outside my door. “Caleb, Miss Anya’s current condition isn’t suitable for blood drawing. You can’t do this.” Our team’s accompanying doctor said. “She’ll be fine, but Lila needs this blood to save her life! Hurry up and prepare, or you can say goodbye to your medical career.” Caleb’s family was seriously loaded. They pretty much owned half the city. But I never imagined he’d threaten someone like this for Lila. Before, in my mind, he was always kind and dedicated to his work. I stared silently at the door, my eyes hazy. Just then, Caleb walked in. He seemed startled to see me awake and said, “You heard everything?” I nodded weakly. “Anya, yesterday when Lila and I were out on the excavation, she got seriously injured and lost a lot of blood trying to protect me.” “She’s already anemic, I have to save her.” “Your blood never spoils, it’s perfect for a transfusion.” “You wouldn’t just stand by and let her die, would you?” Caleb said, his voice soft and gentle. He didn’t seem to realize that I, too, was a severely injured patient lying in a hospital bed. “What if I don’t?” At my words, Caleb’s expression instantly hardened. He stared at me coldly: “Anya, I don’t know when you became so stingy.” “Yesterday, I let it slide when you refused to apologize. What more do you want?” “You won’t die anyway, so why not save her?” “There’s no discussing this. You *will* donate blood.” With that, he called two people in to hold me down, afraid I’d resist. The doctor came to draw my blood. He looked at me with a pained expression and sighed. After he finished the first draw, Caleb stopped him. “That’s not enough. What if Lila’s afraid of pain and moves, spilling some?” “Keep drawing.” The doctor looked at Caleb in disbelief. “Caleb, if you draw any more from Miss Anya, she might die.” Caleb glanced at me, his voice firm. “Don’t worry, she won’t die.” The secret of me being an Immortal Kindred was known only to Caleb. If others found out, I’d surely be captured for live research. Two streams of tears silently ran down my face. The doctor, left with no choice, continued to draw my blood. Fortunately, he monitored my condition and didn’t take a lethal amount. After everyone left, Caleb saw my pale, bloodless face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. “You’ll heal quickly. It’s fine.” With that, he hurried out. Later, I overheard the little nurses chatting. “Mr. Thorne and Miss Lila are so sweet together.” “I know, right? He stays by Lila’s side day and night, afraid anything bad might happen to her.” “I saw Mr. Thorne at lunch today, he even blew on Lila’s food to cool it down and fed it to her, just in case she burned herself.” “Truly childhood sweethearts, they’re such a perfect match!” “Shh, don’t let Anya hear us. Let’s go talk over there.” I lay alone in the empty hospital room, staring at the ceiling. It had been almost a century. My heart hadn’t ached like this in so long.
The day I could finally get out of bed, I went home first. I mistakenly thought leaving early would grab Caleb’s attention. After all, I used to be the one he cherished most. But I was wrong. Our last contact was a month ago: a message from him informing me that Lila would be joining the archaeological team and asking me to look after her. The next day, I was woken by a commotion. I looked and saw Caleb had returned from the dig. No, Caleb *and* Lila had returned from the dig. Caleb was in the kitchen, making noodles for Lila, while Lila was in the living room, casually playing with Caleb’s most prized antique. I’d once accidentally touched that antique myself. At the time, Caleb had lost his temper with me for the first time: “Do you know how precious this is? It’s a Ming Dynasty antique, the only one in the world!” His voice was laced with suppressed rage, as if I’d almost destroyed his entire world. I stood rooted to the spot, feeling helpless, my heart pricked by something sharp. “I’m sorry…” I whispered. But he didn’t even look at me again, only carefully placed the porcelain vase back in its spot. After that, I never touched anything he loved again. Now, Lila casually balanced the porcelain vase on her lap, her fingertips gently tapping the body, making a clear, crisp sound. Caleb poked his head out from the kitchen, his gaze falling on the vase in her hands, yet there was no displeasure, only a smile as he asked, “Do you like it? If you do, it’s yours.” Lila looked up, blinked, and her voice held a touch of playful charm: “Really? But this is your most treasured possession.” Caleb chuckled, his voice doting: “When have I ever lied to you? Come, the noodles are ready.” I watched it all in silence. The warm scene before me was blindingly painful. Suddenly, Lila accidentally spilled some noodle soup on the table. She casually grabbed a piece of cloth and said, “This is a rag, right? I’ll just wipe it up.” I stared intently, realizing it was the scarf I had personally knitted for Caleb. Caleb probably didn’t remember. He didn’t stop her, only looked at Lila with concern. “Didn’t burn yourself, did you?” Lila shook her head, complimenting Caleb that his noodles were still as delicious as ever. “Caleb, do you remember?” “You couldn’t cook before, but you specifically learned to make tomato and egg noodles for me.” Caleb smiled faintly: “Of course, I remember.” I looked at him in surprise. Before, Caleb had discovered my fondness for tomato and egg noodles. Every morning he was home, he would make a steaming bowl for me. I thought he had learned and made it specifically for me. Turns out, from the very beginning, it was never for me. I gave a self-deprecating laugh, turned, and prepared to go back to my room. But then I heard Lila say: “Oh, right, Caleb, can you come perfume shopping with me this afternoon? Mine’s almost out.” “There’s a new one in the cabinet, just take it. It’s your favorite rose scent.” My steps faltered. Rose scent… Back in my room, I threw the bottle of perfume, treasured for years, into the trash.
Early the next morning, I was jolted awake by a nightmare. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one. Feeling strange, I decided to go for a walk alone. When I got downstairs, I saw Lila hadn’t left yet. Caleb had actually let another woman stay over. I watched her fiddling with the flowers I’d planted, just about to warn her, when she spoke first: “Anya, you’re awake! Speaking of which, your name really suits an Immortal Kindred, doesn’t it? I never thought the legend was true.” I walked over, gripping her wrist tightly, and stared at her coldly: “Who told you?” “Caleb did, yesterday. He told me.” Lila looked at me smugly. “Be smart, Caleb doesn’t love you anymore. Just give up now.” “You’ve lived for so many years, you don’t need Caleb, do you? Wouldn’t it be better to just let me have him?” She leaned in close, whispering in my ear. I slapped her across the face. The sharp sound drew Caleb’s attention. Lila clutched her cheek, whimpering and looking down, feigning hurt. Caleb saw, rushed to Lila’s side, and then noticed the flower bed next to her. He glared at me.
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