Classic Novel
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Thaly alia’s Pov
Unlike him, who had busted out laughing after my narration, I just starred at him, speechless. Despite
the fact that he was a stranger, his narrative had a profound effect on me. I reached out and took his
hand; he was a man who was betrayed by time, and neither money nor power could save him.
Ished a tear for him, and I strangely forgot about my sh*tty existence. I had all the time in the world, but
as he stated, I lacked the brain
in cells to make the most of it.
He shoved my
hand away and began yelling obscenities at me, demanding to know what was wrong with me. He was
a jerk and a very wealthy jerk at that.
“This is not a group therapy session for you to feel sorry for me; I do not want your sympathy,” he said
before rising and causing the bridge to sway slightly.
He began staring down the bridge saying. “Your silly sympathy will not fix or modify my predicament;
keep it for hell; remember, we have suicides to conduct.” he coldly stated.
1 figured he didn’t want to talk about his condition. He didn’t want my compassion; yes, we were
complete strangers. but his story was heartbreaking, I could not wish it on anyone except for Josh of
course.
Yes Brandon lived a life of immorality but he never hurt one, it was another case of good people getting
their lives sh*tted on.
“So you have cancer?” I cleared my throat.
“It could be cancer, autoimmune disease, anemia, or a combination of the above. At one point the
doctors thought it was AIDS. In a nutshell, I have all the diseases in the world, it’s a miracle I’m
standing next to you,” he joked. I stared at him speechless.
He turned to face me and remarked, “You see how I could do anything to switch with you?” I
maintained my silence.
“Yes, you are a m*ron, but I would relocate to a small town and apply for a restaurant job, allowing time
to heal my insanity,” he continued.
“It’s not that simple,” I said, which elicited a chuckle from him as he turned away.
“Anyway, you’re correct, so let’s vote who gets to jump first,” he suggested.
I quickly walked to where he was standing and joined him, “but wait a minute, I haven’t asked you any
questions?”
He responded. “Because you were too busy feeling sorry for me and getting all emotional.”
“Okay, where is your money, and did you hand over your company?” I asked.
“Are you interested in it? Would you reconsider committing suicide if I gave you my wealth?” he
inquired, a genuine
smile on his face.
As I stammered, I stepped back a little, nearly chewing off my tongue. “I…you…just didn’t say what you
did… with your company, I’m only curious” I responded. “And why didn’t the board outsit you or
something?”
He laughed and told me to relax. “Clauses, Thalia, clauses,” he said as he pulled out his phone he
said. “I’m taking my companies to my grave, or should I say down the bridge.”
I drew closer to him, startled.
“My money will be locked away in various countries overseas, where no one will be able to get their
filthy paws on it,” he added.
“Why?” I inquired.
“Because it’s my f**king money? he said.
I stared at him, my mouth wide open, “What about charitable organizations that help a lot of kids, or
donating to a research facility in your honor to find a cure or treatment for whatever it is you have?” I
proposed while clinging to his
arm.
“You have the potential to save a lot of lives in the future,” I cried out
Irritated, he shoved me away. “my money, my choice. The world is a bleak place, and the next victim of
this scourge should seek financial assistance elsewhere,” He responded, “It is not my obligation to
save anyone when one saved me or cared about me,” he added, his voice sad.
I couldn’t help but feel sad for him. I attempted to persuade him, but he was adamant. He had made up
his mind; he
had been planning his suicide and collapsing of his company for almost a year, and there was no way
he could change this mind.
But I tried a different approach, “What happens to the thousands of people on your payroll, you are a
heartless monster!” I yelled but he only smiled.
“You deserve the disease,” I said out without thinking and held my hands over my mouth.
“Why don’t you donate your sh*ty money instead of talking about my money?” he screamed at me. I
despised yelling because it reminded me of Josh and his constant verbal abuse. I bronzed my fingers
and proceeded to play with them. I said, “I don’t have any money to donate.”
He scoffed and averted his gaze. “Ooh, I forgot your stup*d husband stole it from you,” he said.
“Perhaps you should go fight for it, take it, give it away, then come back here and kill yourself,” he
continued coldly.
I knew he was mean the moment I bumped into him, but his tone changed and worsened the moment
he narrated his
story.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I had no idea why I was apologizing, but it seemed appropriate.
I hastily closed my eyes as he slowly turned, expecting a reprimand that never arrived. I could hear his
footsteps approaching me, and as he drew closer, he grabbed my shoulders and held me. He
addressed me
“Thalia,” and I replied.
“I’m leaving all my wealth to you because you’re so interested in my money or where it should go and
what happens to my workers so I’m dialing a line,” he continued. I sn*tched his phone from him and
swiftly switched it off.
“Who are you calling?”
“My lawyer. I’m changing the plans of sinking my company to handing it over to you,” he replied.
“Are you a m*ron, and why would you do something like that?”
“Because I want to give it to you, you’re right about me being heardless and taking everything with me,”
he continued solemnly.
“I don’t want it, so please donate it.”
“But isn’t that why you’re up here?” he inquired. I returned to my previous position without responding.
“Would you be up here if the judge gave you half of what your ex got?” he inquired.
I just averted my gaze in embarrassment; I’d be in my house, perhaps crying, but not here. Was I
committing suicide because I didn’t have any money or because I had been betrayed? I started
doubting and questioning myself.
But I had discovered Josh’s betrayal long before the divorce trial, and I had no intention of murdering
myself. Even when all of the lawyers declined to take my case or when my lawyer stated that there was
a good chance I wouldn’t obtain anything.
I clutched my head in shame and yelled at the top of my lungs sending Brandon into laughter.
“Shut up!” I screamed at him.
“You have nothing to lose if you take my money. Aside from that, another man will come along and grab
it from you, and you’ll end up back here,” he made a joke.
His jokes were often harsh, but they had some truth, even if they stung.
“No, Brandon Fraser, I will not accept your money, and you will not persuade me otherwise,” I
responded.
He mockingly laughed, as if he was telling me that I was going to get the money whether I liked it or
not. He
rummaged through his pockets once more, pulling out a lunch bar and nibbled on it. It appeared he had
a lot of sweets in his pockets.
“Do you mind if I have one?” I inquired.
“Yes I mind,” he replied.
I took a seat next to him and attempted to grab it, thinking he was joking.
“Thalia, No, and what kind of a name is Thalia?” He inquired.
I sighed and turned away, my arms folded in frustration.
“Just grab my money,” he said emphatically.
“Is that why you’re not sharing the bar with me?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Why do you want to give me your money when you were adamant about taking it to your grave just a
minute ago?” I inquired
He requested me to gaze into his eyes as he turned to face me. I hesitated before turning. He said, “I
don’t think I’m going to jump today
1 los ked my gaze on him, he was expecting me to affirm that I, too, had backed out, but I remained
silent. He had made me reconsider my decision already, of the two of us, he had every right to jump,
and even if he didn’t, he would die anyhow
On the other hand, I had time. I was healthy, and I could put myself together and rehabilitate, but he
had nothing.
He jolted me out of my reverie by suggesting. “Let’s postpone the suicide.”
“How to when How many days do you have?” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
With a smirk, he said. “When the sun rises, I’ll have exactly 29 days.”
“Oooh okay, what do you want us to do. I’m not sleeping with you if it’s your sex parties,” I muttered,
hiding my chest. 1 had earlier noted his focus on my chest area on a few occasions sit ce I stepped on
the bridge but I had ignored it.