The long wait was over.
My hands shook as I gripped the diagnosis report.
'Late-stage breast cancer.' The words echoed in my head, cracking something deep inside me.
I lost it. Right there in the hospital lobby, I broke down, sobbing so hard my whole body trembled.
With shaking fingers, I dug my phone out of my bag and called Carl.
"Carl, I... I..."
My voice wavered. How was I supposed to say the words that decided my fate?
"Be good, Yara. I'm talking to Mia's parents right now. Just text me the results."
Click.
A sharp pain knifed through my chest. I froze, then redialed.
I had no one else. I needed him. Needed his voice, his warmth—something to hold onto before the fear swallowed me whole.
This time, he sighed, already annoyed.
"Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her? I already promised to marry you—what more do you want?"
I stood there, listening as he scolded me. Then—another click.
Breathing hurt. The weight of strangers' stares pressed in on me, suffocating.
I somehow made it back to our apartment. The empty space felt unbearable.
And finally, I broke. I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.
For the first time, I truly got it—tomorrow or an accident, you never know which will come first.
But maybe... dying wouldn't be so bad.
At least then, Carl wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.
