I have liver cancer. For three years, I waited for the man I loved to bring back the only woman in the world who could save me. He finally returned to my deathbed today. But he stood in front of her, shielding her from my gaze, and pleaded with me, "She's scared of the pain. Can we just... not have her do it?" 1 Seven years. I've been living with liver cancer for seven years. And, of course, I have the kind of rare, Rh-negative blood that makes a transplant a statistical nightmare. A ghost orchid in a field of daisies. So when they found a match, a one-in-a-million shot, Leo booked a flight. He went to chase her down himself, wherever she was. He swore to me, one hand on his heart, the other clutching his passport. "One week, Anna. I'll bring her back in one week." But one week bled into a year. Then two. Then three. I didn't see Leo again until the hospital had issued my ninth critical condition notice. He finally stood before me, but he wasn't alone. He was shielding a girl behind him, his voice rough with a feeling I couldn't place. "Anna," he said, his throat tight. "She's scared of the pain. Can we… can we just not have her do it?" "What the hell, Leo? Are you even human?" The voice was Mia's, my best friend, sharp enough to cut glass. She looked ready to launch herself across the room and tear him apart. But Leo's eyes were locked on me. "Anna. Please?" I blinked, pulling the cashmere blanket tighter around my shoulders, a frail shield against his words. So this was it. This was the result I'd been waiting for. It was, I decided with a sudden, hollow clarity, a bit anticlimactic. "It's okay, Leo," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "I forgot to tell you. My family found another donor. The surgery was a little while ago." I gestured vaguely around the pristine, white room. "See? I'm here now. Recovering in Switzerland." Mia's eyes went wide. "Anna, what are you talking ab—" Her words were swallowed by the sudden, racking cough that seized my body. She was at my side in an instant, her hand patting my back, her eyes turning red with unshed tears. From behind Leo's shoulder, the girl, the donor, finally peeked out. A smile bloomed on her face, revealing two slightly pointed canines that were, I had to admit, quite charming. This was her. Chloe. The girl who held my life in her hands, and who had apparently captured Leo's soul on the way to delivering it. Leo thought I was in the dark. But I knew. Of course, I knew. The boy I'd grown up with, the one who was an extension of my own heart, had changed. He'd fallen in love on the road to saving my life. In the beginning, he'd been ruthless in his mission. He'd thrown money at her, leveraged every resource the family name could offer, everything. When she'd refused, he'd gotten ugly. He'd threatened to have her deported, to ruin the new life she was so proud of. But even when backed into a corner, Chloe had been defiant, her chin held high. "In your dreams," she'd spat at him. "I'm not selling off parts of my body for your money. I'd rather we both go down in flames." After that, their dynamic shifted. They became infamous rivals in their small corner of the world. Then, somehow, that fire had turned into a different kind of heat. They'd ended up in the same bed and hadn't left for three days. And now, here they were. Three years later. Their hands were tightly clasped in front of me. He seemed to have forgotten the time we played dress-up as kids, how he'd stolen his mother's wedding veil and placed it on my head, whispering that one day, he would marry me for real. The man in front of me now just stared, his brow furrowed in suspicion. "Then why didn't you tell me?" Mia let out a short, bitter laugh. "Tell you? We figured you wouldn't bother coming back until Anna was already in the ground." Three years had curdled all the love Mia ever had for Leo into pure hatred. His face darkened instantly. "Chloe has a life of her own. She worked her ass off to get where she is in the States. You think she should just drop everything, her entire future, because you call and say you're not feeling well?" He pulled Chloe forward slightly, a protective gesture. "She gave up a major research conference to come here for you. And for what? To find out you're already fine? That you've been lying to me, wasting our time." He took a step closer, his voice dropping. "Don't you think you owe us an apology, Anna?" My head snapped up. There wasn't a trace of guilt in his eyes. Only a deep, chilling annoyance. I was too tired for this. Too tired to fight. "Okay," I whispered. "I'm sorry. Leo. Miss… Chloe. I'm sorry for the trouble." I tried to dip my head, a pathetic attempt at a bow, but Mia's hand shot out, her grip trembling with rage as she stopped me. "Are you insane?" she hissed under her breath. "What are you apologizing for?" Leo froze, and the anger in his eyes intensified. "You two," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "After all these years, you're both still so goddamn selfish." "Unbelievable." He turned, pulling Chloe with him, and slammed the door shut with a deafening crack. The sound broke something in Mia. She finally let out a choked sob. "Anna, there is no other liver! You're dying!" she cried, her voice ragged. "Why are you still protecting that bastard?" I had made my peace with death long ago. But hearing the word spoken so brutally, so final, sent a sharp, echoing pain through my chest. It woke the deeper, gnawing ache of the cancer that had, for a brief moment, been dormant. "Leo's not an idiot, Mia. He can see it." Look at me. I was practically a skeleton in a blanket, a breath away from the grave. A ghost haunting her own life. "…He just doesn't want to save me anymore," I finished quietly. "Besides, there's no point. It's too late for a transplant. Another surgery would just be… more pain. More torture." I sighed. "Just let it go." Mia stopped, her sobs growing louder. She knew I was right. Seven years of liver cancer had become ten. I'd slipped from early stage to terminal while I waited. I was living in a hell of constant, grinding pain, where every breath felt like a punishment. One more day was just one more day in hell. My hand, thin and brittle as a dried leaf, reached up to touch her tear-streaked face. "Hey," I whispered. "Mia, remember what you promised me before we came to Switzerland?" "We were going to be happy. We were going to laugh. What's with all the crying?" She turned her head away, her shoulders shaking. "I'll cry if I want to," she mumbled petulantly. "Maybe you'll get so annoyed you'll come back to life just to shut me up." The door creaked open again. Leo stood there, back from wherever he'd stormed off to. He glanced at Mia's red nose with a strange look, then his eyes landed on me, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He took a few deep breaths, as if steeling himself. "Anna, there's something I forgot to tell you." He paused. "Chloe is my girlfriend now. I have to… I have a responsibility to her." Another pause, this one heavier. "So… all that stuff from when we were kids, the promises… we have to just call it what it was. A joke. I'm sorry." I tried to process the words. A joke. His confession of love, all those years ago, had been a joke. A signed, blank check appeared in front of my face. He reached out and ruffled my hair, just like he used to when we were kids. "Fill in any number you want," he said, his voice trying for kindness and failing. "I hope you feel better soon." I stared blankly for a long moment, until a dull ache in the back of my hand brought me back. I must have blacked out. Cool fluid was dripping into my veins from an IV. This drug was a miracle. For a little while, nothing hurt. Not my body, and not my heart. When I was fully lucid again, the only people left in the room were a grim-faced doctor and Mia, who was tearing a lab report into tiny, furious pieces. She was still trying to hide it from me. But I'd already seen the numbers. I always snuck a look. They were getting worse. Sharply worse. It was really over. The end stages are ugly for patients like me. You lose control of everything. There's no dignity. I didn't want that. Not while Leo was here. A bitter sting filled my eyes, but I forced a smile onto my face. "Mia," I said softly. "I kind of miss Mom and Dad. And I don't think I can hold on much longer." My voice dropped to a whisper. "My birthday is in two days. Let me go then, okay? As a birthday present."
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