Derek held my photo, sometimes lucid, sometimes delirious.
"Joyce, look at the necklace I bought for you. Didn't you love this style the most?"
"No, Joyce must prefer another style."
Soon, Derek, as if possessed, cried loudly in the room.
"Joyce is dead, how could she know?"
"I really regret it, but you know what? Joyce, I had you in my heart. I always cared about you, but I only understood my feelings after you left me."
"Joyce, you were right. I do regret it, regret not treating you well, not expressing my love, not stopping Celia's violence towards you. I shouldn't have just watched you die in front of me."
Derek's voice of agony echoed in the room.
Celia pushed open the door and tightly embraced Derek. To avoid recognition, Celia was now disguised from head to toe.
"Derek, wha
