About To Get Wiped Out By The System After Seven Years With Lincoln Wilson

Today was Lincoln's birthday, and it marked the seventh year of my attempts to win him over.

I prepared a table full of Lincoln's favorite dishes, eagerly awaiting his return to celebrate his birthday.

But then the system informed me that I didn't have much time left. If I couldn't succeed in winning him over soon, the system would get rid of me.

Clinging to my last hope, I texted him on WhatsApp, "Lincoln, could you like me just a little? Otherwise, I might really die."

Lincoln didn't even bother to lie to me.

"Then just go die."

The words on the screen were harsh. My heart felt like it was being squeezed painfully, making it hard to breathe.

I gripped my phone, forcing myself not to look at those words.

Tears fell onto the screen, blurring the characters. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I typed.

I didn't know how much effort it took to type out the next line.

"Just kidding. Remember to come home early tonight. I'm waiting at home to celebrate your birthday."

I told myself that if Lincoln came back tonight, I would pretend nothing had happened.

But I waited all night. The candles burned down completely, and the clock struck midnight without any sign of Lincoln.

Dragging my stiff legs, I sat down at the table. The cake in front of me still bore the words I had written myself.

To make it perfect, I practiced countless times. But now, I just wanted to destroy it all.

The frosting on the cake was soon smeared by the fork. White cream mixed with jam clung to the surface, looking extremely messy.

Lincoln hated anything messy. In the past, I would never have done this.

But now it no longer mattered.

“Lincoln, after eating this cake, I will stop liking you.”

I shoved the cake into my mouth mechanically until I was full, but I refused to stop.

The system was startled by my self-destructive eating and couldn't help but speak up, "Host, please don't do this."

I ignored the system and continued eating mechanically until the plate was empty. Then I asked it, "System, does it hurt when you're erased?"