The Autopsy of My Forgotten Heart

Summary

My brother was my target.

My mission: To get him to celebrate my birthday with me just once before I turned eighteen. If I succeeded, I lived.

But my brother hated me.

He blamed my birth for killing our parents.

He cursed me more than once: "Chloe, why didn't you die instead?"

I never dared to hope he would celebrate with me.

Until my eighteenth birthday.

It was my last chance.

I gathered all my courage and called him carefully:

"Lucas, please celebrate my birthday with me just this once, okay? Or else... I'll die."

But his voice was filled with disgust, utterly careless: