I’m Broken, but Save Him First 7

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Growing increasingly perturbed, she raised a hand to strike him, but the officers held her back. This was the first time I’d seen her raise a hand against

Finn.

Seeing there was no turning back now, Finn threw his head back and laughed before fixing Mom with an icy stare. “Me? Cruel? You taught me everything

I know.

“If I’m the murderer, what does that make you, the one who called all the doctors to my ward and left him to die on the operating table? If not for you, do you think I could’ve killed him so easily?”

His words stabbed into Mom’s heart, and her body stiffened as if her soul was weighed down by the guilt of her mistakes. The horror of her actions finally crashed over her, and guilt toward me overwhelmed her like a tide.

Clutching her hair, her eyes widened with hysteria as she shook her head violently. “I’m sorry, Asher… It’s all my fault… I wronged you for years… I

should be the one dead…”

She crawled to my grave and hugged my tombstone, sobbing. As she did, she stroked my portrait attached to the stone and murmured, “Wake up, Asher. I’m sorry… I’ll kneel and apologize to you…

“You wanted to study abroad, didn’t you? I’ll pay! I’ll send you there! Wait, no… I’ll go with you! Please…”

She bashed her head against the tombstone. The officers pulled her away, but her blood smeared my portrait and glared brightly under the sun. Just like the day I was born, the sunlight had streamed through the window on my face when she held me.

If only her apology had come sooner, perhaps I could have known a mother’s love in this lifetime.

But now, it was too late. I was dead, and my heart had stopped pulsing along with my death. I could never forgive them, no matter what they said now. It wasn’t that I blamed Mom, but I couldn’t reconcile with all those years of suffering. I could never accept the despair that my mother had stood by and left me to die on that operating table.

After the commotion, the police took Mom and Finn away. Dad and Hazel were brought in for questioning.

The nurse who’d reported Mom stood before my grave quietly. Before leaving, she murmured, “I was brave this time. Everyone who hurt you has been punished, and I believe the law will serve you justice.”

Perhaps it was her compassion as a new nurse, but every lost patient tugged at her guilt relentlessly.

Watching her, I saw the younger version of me who’d just entered the workforce, always blaming myself for everything.

I reached out and patted her shoulder gently, muttering words of reassurance, “This wasn’t your fault. Move forward.”

But I was just a soul now. She couldn’t feel or hear me.

Half a month later, the trial concluded. Finn was sentenced to death, while Mom received life imprisonment and was stripped of all political rights.

With vengeance served, my soul felt lighter and no longer bound to Mom’s side. I could go wherever I pleased now.

In his final days, Finn was consumed by terror. Meals sent to him by the officers were rejected and slammed onto the ground.

He lost a whole lot of weight in just a week. If this were in the past, our parents and Hazel would have been heartbroken. But now, no one came to see him.

On the day of his execution, I watched from above as his soul tore free from his body after death, just as mine had.

When he saw me, he screamed, “Asher, I’m sorry! I know I messed up! Please don’t kill me! Don’t—”

I smiled. “Aren’t you already dead?”

He looked down at the corpse and shattered into nothing with a final wail. Only I, another soul, could hear it.

Watching my murderer’s spirit disperse just like that brought me some satisfaction.

As for Mom, she withered in prison and was tormented by a mother’s guilt. She cycled between crying, laughing, running, and lashing out. There were times when she’d even attack herself, and the staff couldn’t even handle her.

The officers had no choice but to call in the psychiatrists, who diagnosed her with trauma–induced mental disorders and transferred her to a mental hospital.

Her condition worsened, and she began telling everyone, “My son’s Asher Auburn. He got into a top global university for grad school, and he’s studying

abroad now.

“When he comes back, I’ll introduce you. He’s tall, handsome, and well–behaved since he was young.”

On rare moments of clarity, she would sit on the bed and stare out the window. Perhaps it was from the bond between mother and child, and I could almost feel her agony and pain. All the elapsed time seemed to turn into an endless weight of her regrets.