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The Last Days We Share (DUBBED) - FULL DRAMA
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00:00Mom and dad got divorced. I could either stay in the old district with dad or move in with mom
00:07and
00:07her new husband. Yara went with mom in the past life, so I stayed with dad. Later, dad quit gambling
00:14and showered me with love, while Yara was mistreated by her stepdad and died. In this life, she clings
00:22tightly to dad and says she cares about him deeply. She wants me to live a good life with mom.
00:28Dad is stunned and relieved at her reaction. I say nothing and go straight. To bathe you,
00:35Yara doesn't know I had brain tumor and overworked myself to clear his debt.
00:40That was why he quit gambling. In this life, I'm free from debt calls. I just want peace.
00:46I grab my woven bag. Dad waves me off coldly and tells me to run off to my snobbish mom.
00:53Yara hides behind dad and makes a face at me, telling me not to bother her anymore.
00:59I smile quietly and walk under the rain. Shrinking a little, I feel chills all over.
01:05I don't care where I go. I just need some place quiet for my last days. Free from the debt
01:11collectors.
01:12And the nauseating cigarette smell. Mom's Mercedes-Benz pulls over. The window is lowered,
01:19revealing her well-kept face. She frowns, seeing me soaked to the bone. Her eyes hold disdain.
01:26Get in the car now. Just as I am about to get into the back seat, she tells me to
01:31put my woven bag
01:32in the trunk. It must be full of germs. I'm stunned, but I do as I'm told. I put it
01:39in the trunk and get
01:40into the car again. I hug the corner and try not to touch the seat. The car is warm, but
01:46I feel cold.
01:47Mom tells me to be sensible when we're home. She looks at me through the rear-view mirror.
01:53Hugh dislikes noise. Stay in your room, chew quietly, and walk properly.
01:59Also, don't bring up your dad. I stare at the rain outside and nod. My head throbs painfully again as
02:06my vision go dark. I hold my forehead. What's wrong? Mom asks impatiently. I fake motion sickness.
02:12How whiny. Mom snorts. Like your dad. I close my eyes, holding back the lump in my throat. I'll
02:19never come here in my next life. Mom drives for five hours. The sky turns dark. When we pull into
02:25the villa on the hill, it's brightly lit, yet unnervingly silent. We're here. Mom parks the car,
02:31applies makeup, and breathes deeply. She's composing herself, shifting from sharp-tongued
02:36to a gentle, caring wife. Let's go. Remember to greet Hugh. I grab my bag and follow her.
02:43There's a man sitting in the living room right now, reading a book. He lifts his head when he
02:49hears us. He's Hugh Zeller, my stepdad, the man who drove Yara to death. His voice is flat and
02:56emotionless. Hugh, this is Jane. Mom nudges me with a smile. Jane greet him. I step forward and bow
03:04slightly. Hi, Mr. Zeller. Hugh turns the page as if he doesn't hear me. Then he hums in response.
03:11As he sees my soaked shoes, he frowns ever so slightly. The carpet's new. He goes back to his
03:17book. Guest room's on the second floor. It's cleaned. I stoop and say, thank you. Mom exhales
03:23in relief and leads me upstairs. See? Hugh is a nice guy. She says quietly, you'll have a place here
03:30if
03:30you keep him happy. The guest room is spacious. I call out to Mom as she's leaving. I want another
03:37room. Her face goes dark instantly. Jane, you're very picky. This is a wonderful room. Better than
03:43Peter's shoddy place. Be grateful. I stay calm as she gets angry and doesn't speak until she's done.
03:50No, this north-facing room is too chilly. I want one facing south, even if it's smaller. I really am
03:57cold. My brain tumor messes with my body. I'm always freezing. Sunlight is my only comfort.
04:03Turn on the heater if it's cold. Mom thinks I'm being difficult. The south-facing rooms are Hugh's
04:10study and a storage room. I ask for the latter, and Mom is shocked, picking a storage room over a
04:16guest
04:16room. Are you crazy? Are you saying I'm a bad mother? Her voice turns grating. I cover my ears.
04:23It's too much. I can feel my head pounding. I get cold easily, I say. Just then, someone knocks on
04:30the door. Hugh is standing there with a glass of water, his expression grim. What's wrong? Mom's
04:37expression changes, she says shakily. It's nothing, Hugh. Jane's being picky about the room. I'm lecturing
04:44her. Hugh looks at me and meets my gaze. Pale face. Colorless lips. He looks like a corpse.
04:51Which room? He asks. The one facing south. I point down the hall. That's a storage room. It's fine,
04:58I need sunlight. Hugh falls silent. Okay, keep it down in the hallways, he says before leaving.
05:06Unconcerned about our argument, Mom pokes me in the head in frustration. Do what you want. Stay in
05:12there. How will I face anyone? I ignore her and walk down the hall with my bag. Dust hit me
05:19as I
05:19open the door. But there's the glass. It'll be warm in here when the sun rises. This will do. I
05:26make
05:26my bed and put my album under the pillow with the diagnosis in it. As long as I'm here, no
05:32one will
05:32touch my stuff. On this night, I sleep soundly. I settle into the house, keeping to myself. Hugh likes
05:40it quiet. Even the maids tiptoe in the house. Mom bends over backward to please him. Food, massage,
05:46boring finance news. She's like a high-paying nanny here. Aside from having meals, I never go out. I
05:54keep the storage room spotless. There are old furniture and plenty of sunlight. I often sit by
06:00the window all afternoon. Like an old person. Sometimes Hugh would pass by. He'd stop and watch
06:07quietly like this. As if we share the same burden. Today, we're having lunch. It is very quiet.
06:15Only the faint clink of cutlery and bowls. My phone suddenly buzzes, jarring in the quiet living room.
06:23Hugh frowns slightly. Mom stops eating and glares at me. No phones during mealtime. Hang it up.
06:30I check my phone and see the name. It is Yara. I hang it up, but it buzzes once more.
06:36I end the call
06:37again. When it buzzes once more, Hugh says softly. Answer it, he adds. It's noisy. I walk to the
06:45balcony and answer it. Yara shouts. Jane, you took the debit card. On purpose, didn't you? I move my
06:53phone away. What? Dad said it's not at home. You must have stolen it. There's $5,000 in it. I
07:00grin.
07:01I worked a side gig and earned the $5,000. It belongs to the family, Yara says firmly. Dad's upset
07:09because he has no money. Transfer it now, or I'll tell mom about it. I could hear dad cursing as
07:15he
07:16smashes stuff. You ingrate. I should have killed you when I had the chance. Although he's far away,
07:24his voice crushes me. I didn't steal it, I say calmly. It's for my medical bill. What's wrong with you?
07:32Yara scoffs. Drop the act. Do it, or I'll tell everyone you don't care about dad. I look at the
07:39blood red flowers at the balcony. Yara, you made the bed. You lie in it. Leave me alone. Then,
07:47I hang up and block her number. As I turn around, my nose feels hot. I touch it and found
07:53blood.
07:53I frantically cover it with a tissue and try to stop the bleeding. Blood flows down my throat and
08:00makes me nauseous. I bolt to the restroom. In the mirror, half my face is soaked in red. I turn
08:07the
08:08faucet and scrub hard. What's wrong? A voice behind me frees me in place. In the mirror, I see Hugh
08:14standing at the door. His gaze darkens when he sees the mess on my face. I wipe my face roughly.
08:21Nosebleed, I say. Maybe just dryness. Hugh didn't say anything. He walks over and gives me a fresh towel.
08:28Here, I take it and cover my nose. Thanks, Hugh. He looks at the red stain in the sink.
08:35Happens a lot. Sometimes. I lied. It's happening more often lately. Hugh stared at me. Get yourself
08:42checked, he says. It's an old issue. I lower my head as I try to leave. Jane, you don't have
08:50to tiptoe
08:50around here. You're different from Betty. I pause, looking up. His expression is still cold, but there's
08:58also something else. If it hurts, say so. Don't tough it out. Then he turns and leaves, leaving me
09:06alone in the restroom. The towel still smells faintly of pine. It's his scent. I also sense death.
09:13Hugh has a secret. I know, because I saw a bottle like mine. In his study trash can. It's a
09:19strong
09:19painkiller. The kind for cancer patients. One day, mom says to bring him fruit. Hugh isn't around.
09:26He went to the hospital. I'm on my way out when I see a familiar bottle in the trash can.
09:32I check it
09:33and saw the ibuprofen label. But it contains morphine. I've done the same thing. Putting my
09:40medicine in a regular vitamin bottle. Fooling myself and everyone else. Turns out my high and
09:46mighty stepdad, the man who many called cold-blooded, is silently enduring it as well. I put the bottle
09:52back in feign ignorance. At night, Hugh returns home. He looks even paler than usual. His steps
09:59unsteady. Mom reaches out to help him. Don't touch me. He recoils, voice strained. Mom's hand freezes
10:06midair, her eyes reddening. Hugh, what did I do wrong? I'm just tired. Hugh heads upstairs. He pauses when
10:15he walks past me. I catch the strong scent of disinfectant and faint blood. That's dialysis.
10:23At night, I wake in pain. The tumor presses against my nerve. The pain is so bad that I tremble.
10:30I get out of bed and go downstairs for a glass of water. It's dark, but someone's on the couch.
10:37It's Hugh. He sits there motionlessly, with a cigarette between his fingers. I intend to walk
10:44away quietly. Get over here. His voice drifts over in the dark, hoarse and tired. I walk over
10:51obediently. Hi, Hugh. Do you play chess? He asks. A bit. Play with me. I sit across from him. I
10:58see his
10:59pale face and sweaty forehead. In the moonlight, he's in pain just like me. We play three games. It's
11:06utterly quiet. Except for the sound of chess pieces. He plays like he's letting off steam.
11:12While I'm calm and methodical. Scared to lose? Hugh asks suddenly. I can't lose. I said. He chuckles.
11:20Life is always a losing game. No matter what, we still lose. I didn't argue. The last game ends at
11:27daybreak. I'm about to pack up the chess. When Hugh suddenly stops me. Lifting his gaze, he looks right
11:34into my eyes. Jane. When will you speak about the report? Under your pillow? My hands freeze on the
11:42piece. And my heart skips a beat. He found out. Figures. In this house, he can find out anything
11:48he wants to know. You snooped? My voice is dry. He didn't hide it well. Hugh pulls back and leans
11:55on
11:55the couch. Expression cold. You might die anytime. Why not treat it? There's no point pretending it now.
12:02I don't want to treat it. I look at him calmly. Life is torture. Might as well die. Hugh fell
12:09silent. You must have seen the bottle in the study. He says. I respond. Yeah, that's medicine
12:16for the dying. Hugh gives a bitter chuckle. That's me. At that moment, the tension in the air vanishes.
12:25Mary would freak out if she knew. She sees me as her meal ticket. I won't tell. I promised.
12:31I know you won't. Then, Hugh began seeing me as a fellow patient. If it hurts, say so. Take the
12:39medicine in my study. If the pain is too much, don't fight it. My nose stings. Thanks. Since then,
12:46things between Hugh and I changed. And mom notices it at once. Mom starts nagging again.
12:52Don't wear a cap in here. I've been losing hair lately. So, I got a knit cap. Take it off
12:59now.
13:00Mom tries to grab my knit cap. Hugh suddenly reaches out and stops her. Leave her be. Hugh says
13:08calmly. Eat. Mom is stunned. Her hand freezes. She glances at Hugh, then looks at me. Disbelief in her
13:15eyes. Hugh has never intervened. Hugh, I was just worried about her. Well, don't. Hugh stands firm.
13:23Mom pulls back, feeling embarrassed. Doubt and envy clouds her eyes. She doesn't get it. She's the lady
13:30of the house. So, why would Hugh take my side? Dad calls again in the afternoon. Mom answers it this
13:37time. Her voice cuts through the room, loud and angry. Money again? Didn't I lend you $20,000?
13:44You gambled it away? Peter, that's just outrageous. I sit on the balcony with a book, but I can't focus.
13:53Yara's voice comes from the speaker, sobbing. Mom, please save dad. If he doesn't pay, they'll chop off
13:59his hands. We sold everything, even my phone. Get Jane to call Mr. Zeller. Now it's my problem.
14:07Mom hangs up, storms into my room, slams my book to the floor. You're reading? Yara's being
14:14threatened. I look at the book. The cover is bent. She asked for it. I say calmly, why are you
14:21so cruel?
14:22Mom pointed at me. That's your sister and your dad. Go beg Hugh to lend us money. $50,000 is
14:28enough.
14:29I looked at her. In her eyes, my dignity and even my life is worth less than Yara's tears. I'm
14:35not
14:35begging anyone, I say. She slaps me across the face. My head snaps to the side. My ears buzzed.
14:42Suddenly, a cold voice cuts through. Who hit her? Hugh stands there. His face was dark. Mom panics.
14:50Hugh, you're home? He walks in, looks at my swollen face, then at the book on the floor.
14:56I'll pay the $50,000, he says. Mom lights up. Really? Thank you, Hugh. I look to him sharply.
15:03Hugh isn't looking at mom. He's looking at me. His eyes say what only I can tell. Call it a
15:08settlement.
15:09He picks the book up, dusts it off, and puts it down. I want to see what Yara does with
15:14it.
15:15What she'll make of your dad. Sometimes money isn't savior. It's the perpetrator. Mom doesn't get it,
15:21but I do. Days go by. My hair starts falling as clumps. It's everywhere.
15:29I decided to shave my hair and wear a knit cap every day. Hugh's condition worsened, too. I hear
15:35him coughing in the study. Sometimes like he'd cough his last breath. We're like two ghosts under the
15:41same roof, covering for each other. One afternoon, the weather was nice. I'm in the garden when Hugh
15:49walks over with a chessboard. Let's play. I nod. We sit under the wisteria. Yara keeps asking for
15:56money, huh? Hugh places a piece, asking absentmindedly. I know. Although I blocked her.
16:03She goes through mom. Mom's too soft. She gives in behind Hugh's back. Your dad sold the house.
16:09Hugh drops the bombshell. My hands pause. He gambled it all away.
16:17They live in a basement now. Hugh looks at me. Want to visit them? I shake my head. That's their
16:23mess. Hugh smiles. You're handling it well. Not really. I put my piece down. No energy left.
16:31Hating is too tiring. Even breathing feels hard. Dizziness hits me. The board spins. The pieces
16:39all merge. I reach for the table and miss. I fall backward. In my last bit of consciousness,
16:47I see Hugh's face, panic-stricken. He drops the piece and runs to me. It's the first time I've seen
16:53this look. I wake up in my room and not the hospital. I sighed in relief. Hugh sits by the
16:59bed,
17:00holding my report. You're up. He folds it and sets it on the nightstand. I'm not in the hospital.
17:06I rasp. You didn't want to go. Hugh looks at me. Plus your mom would know.
17:13You didn't want that, did you? I nod. Thank you. Don't mention it. Hugh pours me water.
17:20I hired a private doctor. It's not good. It's pressing on the optic nerve. You could go blind.
17:25The pressure in your skull will worsen. He lays out the facts. I know. I take a sip. How long
17:32do I
17:32have? They said without treatment. You could. He doesn't finish. I already knew I'd die soon.
17:39Good. I smile. Sooner than I thought. He looked at me and smiled, his gaze heavy with grief.
17:45Jane, you're only 18. So what? Some live until 80, miserably. 18 years is enough for me.
17:52Suddenly, noise comes from downstairs. There's mom's voice, crying and screaming. Mom,
17:57I want to die. It's Yara. She's here. I frown. Hugh stands up. Stay. I'll go take a look.
18:04Me too. I throw off the covers. I want to see what Yara has become in this life.
18:11He doesn't stop me. He helps me down the stairs. The living room is a mess. Yara kneels on the
18:17floor,
18:18covered in injuries. Her face is swollen. Her lip bleeding. Her clothes were torn. Skin bruised.
18:23Mom holds her, sobbing. My poor baby. Who did this to you? Yara snaps her head up when she sees
18:31us.
18:31She glares daggers at me. Happy now, Jane? You hid in comfort. While dad beat me to death. How could
18:38you be so heartless? I stand on the stairs, looking down at her. Did I make you go to dad?
18:44I ask blandly.
18:45You chose that yourself. Said you'd leave the good life to me. Well, I took it. Yara is speechless.
18:51She gets up and lunges at me. It's your fault. You stole my luck. Last time, you lived it up
18:58with
18:58dad. Why did it change this time? She blurted the secret out. Mom freezes up. What last time?
19:04Yara, what are you saying? Yara has lost her mind. Mom, she's reborn. So am I. In the last life,
19:10dad got rich. From demolition. She stole my luck and gave dad to me. She wanted me dead. Mom is
19:17lost
19:18and thinks Yara was joking. But I know she's truly broken. That gap between our lives broke her.
19:25Yara. I slowly walk downstairs to her. You think dad quit gambling himself? Yara pauses. Yeah? I
19:33bought it with my life. I look her in the eyes, biting each word. Before I took that factory job,
19:38I had late stage brain cancer. Had no money to treat it. I worked to pay debt. Ten hour shifts
19:43every day. I worked through coughing up blood. Until I collapsed in front of him. And nearly died.
19:50That's what woke him up. I traded my life for a shred of his conscience. He quit and held onto
19:56the
19:56house. Got lucky with demolition. But this time, no one paid his debts. He gambled it all away.
20:01Sold the house. No house, no buyout.
20:05Room goes silent. Yara stares. Mouth open. No way. You're lying. Believe it or not, I say.
20:15Nothing is free. Every gift has a price. You chose dad. That suffering was yours to bear.
20:25Yara crumples down. Mom stares, horrified. Jane what? Brain tumor? You're dying?
20:32I turn to mom and take off my knit cap. My bare scalp, just a few thin strands.
20:39But how I look now is frightening enough. Pale, skin and bone, like a skeleton. Mom,
20:46I'm dying too, for real this time. Mom breaks down. She looks at me, screams, and collapses.
20:53House in chaos. Hugh calls an ambulance. Both are sent to the hospital. I go too. My nosebleed
21:00won't stop. Emergency treatment's done. My nose is packed with cotton, breathing through
21:06my mouth. Mom wakes up, sits by my bed with the diagnosis. She's sobbing. Why? You're so
21:13young. Why didn't you tell me? I was so wrong. She grabs my hand, soaking it with tears. I
21:21look at her. I feel nothing. Mom, stop crying. I mumble. It's loud. Mom covers her mouth,
21:28tears still flowing. Yara sits on the bed nearby. She looks like a broken rag doll. She stares
21:37at me blankly. No hate left, just fear and confusion. Jane, Yara calls. Trade with your
21:43life? I ignore her. Too tired. Hugh returns after paying and sighs. She needs to be admitted
21:50now. Slim chance of recovery, but it eases pain. Mom nods. Treat her, whatever it costs.
21:59Hugh, please save Jane. She moves to beg. Hugh stops her. I will. I'll spend everything
22:06if I have to. I look at Hugh. He winks at me. I know he's putting on a show. To
22:12calm
22:12mom and let me die with dignity. Days pass. I move to the best private room. Mom is there
22:18every day. She wipes me, feeds me, shares old stories. She's trying to make up for 18 years.
22:24It's too little, too late. I'm asleep most of the time. I wake to Hugh reading in the corner.
22:31Yara visits sometimes too. She won't come close. She keeps her distance, eyes full of guilt. One day,
22:38I felt a little better. Hugh wheels me to the garden for air. Your mom's lost a lot of weight.
22:44She deserves it. I look at the dry leaves. A little late. People never value what they have.
22:51Hugh coughs. Doctor says I don't have long. We smile at each other. See you on the other side.
22:58Deal. We'll play chess there. A familiar figure rushes over. It's my dad, Peter Moore. He somehow
23:06found out I was here. He had a looked like a beggar. Jane, my daughter. He tries to hug me.
23:14Hugh steps in front of me and kicks him away. Get out! Dad hits the floor, throwing a fit.
23:21You rich people stole my daughter. Jane, dad knows you're rich now. Just give me a little.
23:26I'm starving. Even a few hundred will do. I stare at this man. The dad I gave my life for.
23:33The dad Yara fought for. Disgusting.
23:36Dad, I call out to him. He scrambles up, face full of hope. Yeah? My good girl? Money?
23:42I'm dying. I have no money. I point to my head. Stage 4 brain tumor. If you want it,
23:48I'll give you that. Dad freezes. Dad sees my frailty. Fear flickers in his eyes. Disgusting.
23:55Just disgusting. He gets up cursing. Brushes off his pants. Why did I end up with two useless
24:01kids? One half beaten. One dying. I must be the unluckiest man alive. Without another word,
24:07he runs away. Like he'd catch something. I watch him go and laugh. Then the tears come.
24:14That's family. It's worth less than money and survival. Hugh crouches down and wipes my tears.
24:20Don't look. Not worth of it. Yeah. I nod. Let's go back. I'm tired. My health keeps declining.
24:27My vision blurs. I can't make out faces and can only recognize voices. Mom cries every day,
24:33eyes puffy and red. She goes to church daily, prays by my bed, begging God to save me. I listen
24:39to her prayers, irritated. Mom, stop. If God actually cared, he wouldn't let this happen.
24:47Mom freezes. Her prayer book falls. Jane, I want some BBQ ribs. I cut in. Okay, I'll make them right
24:54now. She grabs her book and rushes out. I know I can't eat anymore. I just wanted her gone. I
25:01need
25:01some quiet. Only me and Hugh are left in the room. Mr. Zeller, I call out to him. He writes
25:07in my palm.
25:08He's here. Stop the treatment. Pull the tubes. Tubes everywhere. It's too much. I want to go with
25:15dignity. Hugh's hand trembles. Okay, he says. I'll tell her when she gets here. Thank you. One more thing.
25:23I pull a card from under my pillow. Hugh's $50,000. Still untouched.
25:30Pin is my birthday. Leave it for Yara. She's foolish, but she's my sister. Have her use this
25:36to get away from dad. Start over somewhere new. Hugh takes the card. Still soft-hearted. No. I close
25:43my eyes. Wherever. After this, I don't owe you. Mom returns with steaming BBQ ribs. Jane, come eat.
25:51Made them with extra spices. I smell them, but I can't open my mouth. I look at Mom's blurry face.
25:57Mom, I'm tired. I want to sleep. Mom seems to sense something. The container crashes to the floor.
26:04The food splatters. Jane, don't sleep. Look at me. Please, look at me. She rushes over,
26:11shaking my body. Stop. Hugh pulls her away. Let her go. She's in too much pain. Mom crumples to the
26:17floor sobbing. Her cries are full of regret and despair. I hear her crying. My body feels weightless,
26:25like a feather drifting up into the air. I see my past self working the line.
26:31Running through the snow. Foolish Yara. Arrogant dad. It's all over. I'm finally free.
26:40Not coming back next time. One last time. My final words. Then the world goes dark. Forever.
26:47Jane is gone. She died on a sunny afternoon. The funeral is simple. Just Mom, Hugh, and Yara.
26:55Dad doesn't come. He got his legs broken for stealing and was left under a bridge. Mom's
27:00hair turns white overnight. She's not quite all there anymore. She sits in the garden every day,
27:05clutching Jane's photo. Mumbles that Jane needs more sun. Hugh gives Yara the card. Jane left this
27:13for you. Leave and start over. Yara holds it. Too weak to stand. Jane, I'm so sorry. She finally got
27:20it. Some luck can't be taken. Some pain can't be avoided. She leaves the city, moves to a small town,
27:28and works at a coffee shop. It's hard work, but it's honest work. Hugh's health gives out too. He passes
27:34three months after Jane. Peacefully. In his will, he donates most of his estate. Leaves just enough
27:41for Mom's care. Too much money is just trouble. Mom is placed in the best care home. But she recognizes
27:49no one. She only remembers her daughter, Jane. The sweet girl who hated cold, loved sun. On rainy days,
27:57she calls out to the window. Jane, it's raining. Come home. BBQ ribs. But no one ever answers.
28:04The rain keeps falling, washing away this world's filth and every regret that came too late.
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