goodbye my sweetheart

Taylor.She doesn't have a TV, only a laptop in a glass case... Everything in this room is as simple as possible, as if she is ready to leave at any time.

The materials of the walls and floor are even more strange, they are all covered with snow-white tiles, this kind of decoration can be said to be very weird, her home is like a big bathtub, or a public bathroom or something like that.

Simple and cold, it was exceptionally clean, as if it was often washed with a high-pressure faucet.

Stefan's heart clenched with pain, and it looked like her seven cursed wounds were still hurting her, otherwise the renovation would have been unnecessary.

She looked at him with a gloomy face, and took his hand, "Don't be upset, Taylor, come and see this cat ring the doorbell. It's so cute."

Stefan followed her to the computer, and she pressed him to sit down, "I'll get you a cup of coffee. Take your time, I have a lot of cute and funny cat videos on my computer."

"Why all the cats?" Stefan browsed through her video playlist, "You don't like dogs?"

"Dogs growl at me and try to bite me and hurt me, it reminds me of Stefan and Damon." She rubbed his hair. "Didn't I tell you that before?"

Hearing his name from her mouth out of the blue, Stefan was a little overwhelmed, yes, during that period, he was indeed very bad and vicious to her.

He casually flipped through her computer. There was nothing in it. They were all funny cat videos, cats folding clothes, cats belching and farting at the same time, cats flying over walls... all kinds of things.

He opened the drawer casually, and there was a diary that could not be ignored.The dark blue leather case is covered with elegant golden patterns, and the top-quality eggshell yellow paper is densely covered with her beautiful handwriting.

Stefan turned a page casually.

She wrote: Ethan's eyes are like the most beautiful blue sky on the brightest summer day, so empty, high and clear, such pure blue cannot be described in words, nor can it be painted with a brush.

I will never forget that Ethan was the first person to send me flowers.

Although only one branch.

My favorite flower is not the freesia, but because of Ethan, I'm almost a freesia expert now.

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Stefan's heart throbbed, he turned to the title page, and there was a line of words that shocked Stefan:

Theres something about Ethan. (Ethan two or three things)

"Two or Three Things About Ethan," he smiled wryly, thinking, "Has she already written a book for him?"

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★☆Katherine's diary:

"Theres something about Ethan"☆01★

I can't believe I'm working.

I couldn't have Taylor supporting me, he was a college student, and he was getting by on "handouts" from the mayor.

I was rich, and I made a lot of money in black market racing back then, but I didn't want him to know that the money was obtained from black market racing.

Although he didn't say it, I think he might still prefer that I live a normal life.

I work as a store keeper in a coffin shop and I love it.The warehouse is in a secluded suburb, and I am very laid back, often without anyone coming for several months.In the distance is the owner's holiday villa, presumably this person is also a guy who doesn't like to be lively, I have been here for half a month, and I haven't formally met him yet.Every weekend, I go back to the city to go shopping in the supermarket, and then help Taylor clean the room and do housework. It is natural to be bored, but it is stable and normal.

There is a living pond behind the warehouse with a layer of moss growing on it. I lifted a chair and slept under the big tree in the pond when I had nothing to do. It was like being on vacation, but I still got paid, and the salary was not very high. Low.

I even suspect that Taylor hypnotized the boss to get me all this, because as far as I know, there is no such easy job in the world.

I am so happy with this job.

No one would believe that a coffin would be so expensive, tens of thousands of dollars at every turn, and six thousand for a cheap one. No wonder they need to hire someone to guard and keep it.

These days, I can't even afford to die.

Look how human I am now, even the way of thinking is human.

I touched the exquisite hand-carved patterns on the coffin.

Not everyone has such luck lying in a coffin.

Sigh, like me.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, "Hey, You!"

I turned around, looked down, and a skinny little blond boy, sitting in a wheelchair, asked, "Who are you?"

God, I've become so dull that I didn't even notice a child sitting under my nose for so long.

"Why are you in my warehouse?"

It turned out to be the owner's child.I've heard of him, his parents died in a car accident, and he's in the care of his grandpa and lawyer.

I said, "I'm the new warehouse clerk."

I looked down at him, he was only about 1.2 meters, with steel braces for orthodontics and thick myopia glasses, like a little monster.He rolled the wheelchair up to me, held out his hand, and said, "Welcome, my name is Ethan, and I'm 13 years old."

"Thank you, my name is Katherine, I am 33 years old."

"My God, 33! You're so old!"

I stared at him and said grimly, "Everyone turns 30 unless he dies before then."

He pouted and judged wisely, "You don't like children."

"Who said that, I like eating them the most." I bared my teeth at him.

"Tch, coaxing people." He snorted and turned the wheelchair around.

Suddenly he stopped the wheelchair, looked me over from head to toe, and asked, "Hey, Katherine, how do you want to do such a boring job in this boring ghost town?"

"for money."

"Vulgar woman," he commented.

I laughed wildly.

"Aren't you married? You're not wearing a wedding ring." He pointed to my hand.

"No."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"No."

"Why are you alone?"

"Uh..." I rolled my eyes, looked at the cobwebs on the ceiling, and thought about how to answer so as to cleverly preserve my poor self-esteem.

"It's because no one loves you, is it?" He's really good at annoying people.

I took a deep breath: "Yes, no one loves me, are you satisfied?"

He didn't care what I said at all, he said to himself: "No one loves me."

Deserve it.

"My parents are dead," he added.

A good death should be celebrated with champagne.

"My grandpa was drunk all day and ignored me."

Sprinkle flowers, Ou Ye.

I hate all children, especially this Ethan in front of me.

If there was a street of kids, I wouldn't mind going there and eating them all.

Ugh, I do miss vampire powers.

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★☆Katherine's diary:

"Theres something about Ethan"☆02★

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Heck.

When I was at work, my wound actually flared up.

I ran as fast as I could to the pond behind me, thank God the pond was covered with moss this season, I don't know what I would do without this pond or the moss.

Cursing, wounds, bleeding, I have long been used to it, and it doesn't matter.But I hate cleaning my blood, and I hate cleaning furniture and carpets and things that are stained with my blood.

In a faint, someone was pulling my hair.

I was furious, opened my eyes, and stared at a pair of myopia glasses on the shore. It was him, Ethan, who was lying on the shore, pulling my hair vigorously, and said, "What's wrong with you? Climb up quickly."

"Let go, I'm about to be bald by you!"

"I won't let you go, I will definitely save you!" Such a nasty little kid said such a nasty sentence.

Seems like God made a mistake.

Is there someone who can even save me?

I'm not lucky Elena.

I am the lonely Katherine who is alone at all times.

The wound was still bleeding and I couldn't get ashore, so I fooled him, "Ethan, can you go back first? I'm just catching fish."

He was very angry, and suddenly stood up from the ground, jumped into the pond with a "boom", swam to me, and said, "Catch fish?! Auntie, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

I was at a loss for words and stared at him, and he stared at me.

Being stared at by him made me a little guilty, I straightened my hair that had been pulled by him, and felt that something was wrong, isn't Ethan a disabled child, why can he stand up suddenly.

just when i questioned