I died on my way to see Jasper. The reason? He posted a photo with the woman he’s always loved but never had on Snapchat. And we were supposed to get married tomorrow. I thought death would bring me peace. But unexpectedly, my spirit now shadows Jasper and his long-lost love. “Jasper, will Lydia really show up if you post that picture?” In the dim bar, I sat idly on the sofa, watching Hazel, who seemed boneless, snuggle into my boyfriend’s arms. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy, clearly very drunk. Jasper gently asked the waiter to bring Hazel a glass of honey water and nodded, “She will definitely come!” Yes, I’m already here. But none of you can see me! I waved my hand in front of Jasper’s face. He didn’t notice, focused on adjusting the temperature of the honey water for Hazel. I felt like I was being pricked by countless needles. When Jasper and I were together, I was the one who took care of him. “Good, if she doesn’t come, you’re picking up the tab!” Hazel snuggled even closer. Jasper didn’t speak, just looked at his phone. I have to say, Jasper knows me well. He made the right bet; I would come. Because I saw the always aloof Jasper post a status. The picture showed two wine glasses, with Hazel’s signature tattoo on the hand in the lower right corner. I wanted to ask why. Why did my decade-long love become a joke as soon as she appeared? On my way there, a car accident took my life. A mysterious force drew me to Jasper’s side, wanting to see him one last time. Only to discover, it was just a bet to flaunt his charm. To test if I was truly at his beck and call. How tragic. I looked at Jasper, momentarily lost. Jasper and I had been entangled for nearly ten years. Only this year did we decide to get married. A month before the wedding, Hazel returned home after a divorce. Jasper wanted to postpone the wedding to take care of her, and I went crazy. “Jasper, why should you, her ex, take care of her just because she’s depressed from domestic abuse? Doesn’t she have any family?!” “Why do you want to postpone the wedding as soon as she’s back? You know I’ve been waiting for ten years!” “Ten years! A whole ten years! How many ten years do I have in my life!” “You want to postpone the wedding! Unless I’m dead!” Well, now I’m really dead. I circled around Jasper. He fiddled with his phone, head down. Curious, I leaned closer to see what he was looking at.
I boldly moved forward and saw that the phone was open to our chat. The last message was me asking where the bar was. Jasper didn’t say anything, just sent a location. It was less than a half-hour drive from our wedding house. Now, an hour had passed, and I still hadn’t arrived, nor sent any messages. Did he lose the bet and feel disappointed? I won’t arrive. I will never arrive. You killed me. I screamed, my voice loud, but no one heard. After a few rounds of drinks, Hazel was out cold. Jasper carried her home, stumbling. When I saw the specific door number, I screamed to stop Jasper. “Jasper, no! You can’t bring her to our wedding house!” I shouted desperately, but it changed nothing. I watched helplessly as Jasper laid the drunken Hazel on the sofa, wiping her hands with a warm towel. His gentle actions made it seem like she was the treasure in his hands. I numbly raised my hand to my chest. Can the dead still feel heartache? Hazel clung to Jasper, whining, “Jasper, I feel awful, I want some hot soup.” Jasper chuckled, gently coaxing her to sleep in the bedroom. I watched Jasper walk into the kitchen, skillfully chopping vegetables, lighting the stove… In no time, he brought out a bowl of hangover soup. He softly coaxed Hazel, “Here, drink some soup, your headache will go away.” Hazel refused to drink herself, so Jasper fed her spoonful by spoonful. The atmosphere was intimate and warm, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, breathing was difficult. Memories overlapped with the current scene. That year, Jasper’s family had a sudden change, and Hazel went abroad and got married. Jasper became despondent, drinking, fighting, self-harming… I stayed with him, enduring those dark times. Later, he started his own business, and I accompanied him, navigating social gatherings. Jasper saw how I suffered from hangovers and learned to make this hangover soup out of concern. Maybe those who are favored become fearless. I thought Jasper loved me, and I would tug on his sleeve and pout. “Will you only ever make it for me?” He laughed softly: “Sure, I’ll only make it for you.” The sweet and sour taste mixed with Jasper’s gentle laughter reached my heart. But now, it turns out, I wasn’t the one who was favored. Hazel was the one who had all of Jasper’s sweetness. I couldn’t bear to see Jasper be good to others, especially Hazel. Instinctively, I wanted to escape. I ran desperately towards the door, only to be pulled back by an unseen force each time. The tearing pain spread through my body. After several attempts, I was exhausted and finally realized I couldn’t leave Jasper. I blankly watched the two of them, my boyfriend carefully tending to his lost and found treasure. “Jasper, all these years I’ve never forgotten you. I’m divorced now, can we be together?” Hazel confessed directly. Jasper stared into her eyes for a few seconds, and I held my breath. “So do I.” He replied deeply. Hazel smiled immediately, but her smile faded as if she remembered something. “What about Lydia? She’s been with you for so many years.”
Jasper stiffened, his face complex. Hazel sensed his change, pursed her lips, saying nothing. The intimate atmosphere vanished without a trace. “You only feel gratitude and guilt towards her, you don’t love her, right?” Hazel pressed urgently. “Yes.” As Hazel was about to ask more, Jasper silenced her with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around Jasper’s neck, face flushed, breathing heavily. I felt like throwing up, tears welling up from sheer disgust. Jasper, how dare you! In our wedding house, doing such disgusting things with another woman! I felt like my soul was being torn apart. The home I had painstakingly built with anticipation was being defiled. Hazel, lost in passion, reached to unbutton Jasper’s shirt. Just as they were about to go further, a cat’s meow interrupted them. It was Whiskers. The cat Jasper and I had raised for many years. When we first started our business, we didn’t have much money. We lived in a rundown apartment infested with mice and bugs. I picked up the stray and brought it home. Soon, it became an expert at catching mice and bugs. One winter, when it was especially cold, Jasper and I almost got poisoned by a fire pit. Whiskers knocked it over and yowled, bringing neighbors to save us. If I had known I’d die a wrongful death, I would have taken it with me. Whiskers circled Jasper, meowing. Hazel complained to Jasper about being interrupted by a cat. “Jasper, you know I’m allergic to cat hair, right? Throw it out tomorrow!” Jasper said nothing, just locked Whiskers in the cage. With the mood spoiled, Hazel wanted to continue, but Jasper had lost interest. He urged Hazel to sleep. Jasper stood on the balcony for over half an hour, his phone constantly locking and unlocking. The screen’s light made his face appear more solemn. Perhaps hearing Whiskers’ hoarse cries, worried about disturbing the person inside, he silently unlocked the cage. Whiskers, now free, searched the house and stopped in my direction. Whiskers can see me! This discovery made me both cry and laugh! I waved at it, Whiskers ran over and rubbed against me, though confused when it couldn’t touch me, it was quickly entertained. The kitten couldn’t speak, but it understood everything. Jasper ignored Whiskers’ strange actions, opened the fridge, and took out the beef sauce I made but didn’t finish. I watched him expressionlessly cook noodles, cool them, add the sauce, and stir. Finally, he topped it with scallions and served it. Just like the bowl of noodles I once served him. He ate intently, watching Whiskers jump around, for once a smile appeared on his lips.
Was Jasper thinking of me? Or did he remember my grandma? Beef sauce noodles were my grandma’s specialty. After Jasper’s family crisis, grandma often invited him over for meals. Before she passed, she took his hand, trembling, entrusting me to him. I cried in Jasper’s arms until I couldn’t speak: “Jasper, I only have you now, only you.” Jasper held me tightly, eyes red: “I won’t leave you. We’ll always be together.” From that day, Jasper and I became each other’s support. This dish, therefore, had special meaning. Whenever we argued, I would make him a bowl of noodles. After eating, we’d calm down and reconcile. After Jasper’s family faced a crisis, Grandma often invited him over for meals. Before she passed away, Grandma held his hand with a trembling grip and entrusted me to him. I clung to Jasper, sobbing uncontrollably. “Jasper, from now on, it’s just you and me, only you.” With tears in his eyes, Jasper hugged me tightly. “I won’t leave you. We’ll always be together.” From that day forward, Jasper and I became each other’s lifeline. This dish took on a special significance for us. Whenever we argued, I’d make him a bowl of noodle salad. After eating, we’d both calm down, reflect, and make up. Just like when Grandma was around, soothing us when we were upset, “Once you’ve eaten together, there’s no reason to stay mad.” Grandma, look. So many years have passed, and I’ve lost both you and Jasper. We were so lost in thought that neither of us noticed Hazel sitting at the table. “What are we eating? It smells strange,” she said, picking up a jar to inspect it. “Beef sauce noodles,” Jasper replied mechanically. “Oh, so this was your secret weapon for making peace? That’s quite amusing.” Jasper paused, slightly taken aback. “Yeah, it’s kind of funny.” Hearing that felt like a devastating blow. This was a private secret between Jasper and me, and while I cherished it, he had already shared it with someone else. Together, they had trampled on it. I shook my head, tears streaming down, feeling it was unfair to both me and Grandma. The glass jar slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor, startling Whiskers. “Sorry, Jasper, it slipped,” Hazel quickly apologized. “I’ll get you a new one. I’ll make even better food for you.” Jasper’s knuckles whitened slightly, but he said indifferently, “It’s fine, Lydia will make it again when she’s back.” His words pierced through me like a knife. The things I treasured most meant nothing to him. There won’t be any more! Everyone who knew how to make that dish is gone! We sat in silence until a sudden phone call interrupted.
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