My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 23

My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 23

During my final month in that hospital bed, hooked up to a web of tubes, I asked Julian to write the ending of the story for me.

The boy and the girl went from high school sweetheart to a beautiful wedding.

They lived a long, peaceful life together.

The diagnosis had been a mistake—a simple mix-up of patient files at the clinic.

There was no sickness, no sudden tragedies.

Just a quiet, ordinary lifetime of love.

Julian sat by my side, one hand holding the pen, the other holding mine.

He wrote every word slowly, occasionally stopping to ask, “How should this part go?”

I kept my eyes closed. “Whatever you think is best.”

After a while, his voice grew thick.

“Hazel, the readers are asking why the ending is so perfect. They say it feels unrealistic.”

I managed a weak smile. “Let them have an unrealistic ending for once.”

Julian’s voice trembled as he read their comments aloud to me:

*Oh my god, it’s not a tragedy!*

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*They made it! Happy ending!*

*Why am I still crying even though they’re happy?*

*It feels too perfect… like a dream.*

I listened, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Julian’s voice seemed to drift in from a vast distance, fading into a whisper.

Right before the darkness claimed me, I felt a warm, soft touch on my forehead.

“Live a safe, peaceful life next time, Hazel.”