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"Happy Birthday, Baby!"
My best friend Xiaoya waved the cake in front of me. Seeing my pale face, her expression changed.
"What's wrong, my Yue? Don't cry! Did Lu Feng bully you?"
" Lu Feng! Get out here!"
I pulled her, crying so hard I couldn't speak.
Xiaoya set the cake down and led me to sit on the sofa.
She noticed the examination report placed nearby.
"Systemic Lupus Erythematosus? Yueyue, you..."
"Don't cry yet. What did the doctor say?"
After a long while, I told her about feeling dizzy and unwell lately. After going to the hospital for a check-up, I found out I had Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. The doctor suggested I should be hospitalized as soon as possible.
But my dream of music was about to take the next step. How could I give up?
"Yueyue, let's focus on getting you better first; you can pick up your dreams anytime."
"What about Lu Feng? Didn't he come with you today?"
I nodded and then shook my head, handing my phone to Xiaoya.
It had a breakup message from Lu Feng.
"Lin Yue, let's break up."
No further explanation.
"Damn!!" Xiaoya exclaimed angrily. "What a jerk! You wasted seven years on him!"
Yes, I had been with Lu Feng for seven years. Not seven days or seven months. How could he just say we were breaking up?
"I'm calling him right now to get this straightened out!"
"It's useless, Xiaoya; he won't answer my calls, sob sob sob," I couldn't help but cry out loud.
Ignoring my protests, my best friend insisted on calling Lu Feng.
"Hello?"
On the third ring, Lu Feng's voice came through. It was deep and pleasant but somehow sounded weary.
" Lu Feng! You need to explain yourself today—why did you break up with Yue?"
"You've been together for seven years, and just because Yue is sick, you break up with her. Are you even a man?"
Xiaoya shouted without holding back, her eyes reddening as she spoke.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a barely audible "I'm sorry."
Then the call was disconnected.
"It's okay, Yue. We'll find someone even better than him in the future," my best friend comforted me while wiping her tears.
Who could be better than him? He was the one I poured my entire youth into loving.
I got together with Lu Feng when we were in our second year of high school.
At that time, he was sunny and cheerful, rebellious yet charming.
His laughter could easily penetrate the crowd and reach my ears on the wind.
I first noticed him on the basketball court.
He wore a white jersey, moving gracefully; every jump and shot was so impressive, his tall figure shining brightly in the sunlight, making me blush and my heart race uncontrollably.
From that moment on, he became the most special person in my heart.
I began to try to get closer to him, creating various "coincidences."
I would deliberately take a longer route to his classroom during breaks just to catch a glimpse of him.
In the library, I pretended to casually sit next to him, quietly accompanying him while he studied.
I carefully hid my feelings, worrying about being discovered while secretly feeling sweet inside.
Until one day, Lu Feng approached me first.
He teased me, saying, "Lin Yue, I've actually noticed you for a long time. Would you be my girlfriend?"
Though he carried a hint of pride, the redness in his ears betrayed his nervousness at that moment.
My lips involuntarily curled into a smile, my heart racing like a deer.
I looked down, pinching the hem of my shirt and nodded silently.
He gently hugged me and said softly, "Hello girlfriend, I am your boyfriend, Lu Feng."
At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world.
After we got together, my dull high school life became vibrant and colorful.
Although we had our disagreements later on, it seemed that our relationship grew deeper after each argument.
Our love was like a polished diamond, becoming more brilliant over time.
In college, we formed a band and participated in a campus music festival competition, unexpectedly winning first place.
At that moment, we embraced tightly; our dreams were no longer just dreams; they were gradually becoming reality.
We gradually gained fame on campus; everyone on the campus forum referred to us as "a match made in heaven."
Even now, I wonder if there’s still a chance for me and Lu Feng to reconcile as long as I actively seek treatment.
Can we continue to fight for our shared dreams like before?
But a piece of news completely shattered my fantasies.
"Lu Song and two major business tycoons are getting married! The heir of the the Lu Family and Song Chenxi, the daughter of Morning Breeze Group, will be engaged soon."
After reading it, I felt as if all my strength had drained away. I lost all interest in the discussions happening in the class group chat. The hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished. He had said that he would marry me once our music career took off. He promised to give me a grand wedding that I would remember for a lifetime. But now, less than three days after our breakup, he was going to get engaged to someone else.
Tears soaked my pillow. My best friend called, but I didn’t want to answer. With tears blurring my vision, I trembled as I sent her one last message.
"Xiaoya, I've organized the recordings for the album we need to release and sent them to your email. Please hand them over to the producer for me. If there are any profits, please handle everything on my behalf."
"And please take care of my parents for me. Tell them it's my fault and that they don't need to worry about me anymore."
"Thank you, Xiaoya. In the next life, I still want you to be my best friend..."
After sending the message, I struggled to sit up and reached for the sleeping pills in the bedside cabinet, imagining Lu Feng coaxing me to take them like candy, pouring them all into my mouth.
In the past, if Lu Feng knew I still had these sleeping pills, he would have been angry. When I was tormented by insomnia and became a nervous wreck, he wouldn’t let me take even one. Every night he would hold me close, humming softly and gently patting me to sleep.
Strangely enough, thinking of him at this moment brought an immense sense of calm; I felt no regret. The only thing I felt was guilt towards my parents. They raised me with so much love, and in the end, I chose to leave in this way.
"I'm sorry..."
Before losing consciousness, I glanced at the family photo on my phone, letting tears stream down my face.
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