Desires Die Hard

He Would Rather Have Never Been To This World

"This is the last time I come to see you," Raymond gazed at him disappointedly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Eudora crying by the window.

He frowned and said, "It's never too late to stop."

"Why would I stop?" Cohen forced a smile and derided. Overshadowed by April's dark cloud, his clean, handsome face mixed with loneliness and abomination.

"Who do you think you are to stop me?" Cohen mocked.

His taunt didn't annoy Raymond, but reminded Raymond of his mental problem - having a childhood filled with mental and physical torment, although he was tough enough to survive, his mind was destroyed.

"Cohen, let's find you a psychologist first," Raymond said with sympathy for his past, "then turn yourself in and apologize to Paula, Anya, and Evan."

"You may be given a second chance."

Cohen thought,  A second chance?

High-born people like you can never understand how miserable my life is.

What a joke!

There's no such thing as a second chance.

I can have my new life with Eudora in Foxville if they let me, but turning myself in would only ruin everything.

"You can't persuade me, just go," Cohen closed his eyes and said slowly.

Cohen's obstinacy stopped Raymond from persuading him, so Raymond just warned him, "You can leave, with the condition that Eudora will stay. Evan will dig you out wherever you go if you take his precious daughter away."

"Do you have to be like this?" Cohen asked.

Having no fear of death, he didn't care what consequences were waiting for him. Cohen said and laughed grimly, "Does it have to be so hard for me to have something belonging to Anya?

"I don't afraid of him."

Raymond frowned with a slice of anger on his pretty face. Cohen's words broke his good temper and tolerance down.

He lifted his fist and punched Cohen on his face.

Cohen stepped back to keep his balance. He then looked at Raymond in astonishment. He didn't expect that Raymond would hit him.

The Raymond he knew would never hit others.

Raymond drew back his hand and gnashed his teeth in anger, "Cohen, Paula is still under intensive care. Have you no shame?

"I thought you would be sorry for what you have done in some days. But now I see no sign of regret or remorse on you.

"So you can never take Eudora unless you kill me, like what you have done to Paula."

Cohen would not kill him. He just stared at Raymond coldly with his hand on his cheek, which was hurt because of the punch.

The air seemed frozen.

After a while, Cohen laughed and said with a sense of self-mockery, "I'm tired of being alive."

He felt so since he was young.

He had never enjoyed his life, with a drunken father venting his anger on him, beating and strapping him loads of times.

It seemed as if he could have never got rid of the scars and bruises on his skin.

He hadn't been treated as a person until he went abroad.

But he wanted more.

He wanted the dignity of being a human, as well as his girl.

The only girl who had smiled at him. Her clear, hopeful eyes stole his heart.

Since then, she had become his direction.

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But the reality was the opposite: she married someone else.

Life was indeed exhausting. Just like it had always been.

He would rather have never been to this world.