Dying to Live

fied to tell anybody the truth. I’m going to die. It’s not a matter

weird how things can change so quickly. I pull into the parking garage and turn the key in the ignition,

has cancer and chooses to live his last six months to the full

but take this as an opportunity. Don’t was

e, but now I can’t stop analyzing the words. I’ve always been the type to thoroughly plan my next

next moments will go. I walk into the apartment. I break into tears. My fiance

n it, I come to a halt and let ou

turn the door handle, walking in

care less about my need to fill the apartment with enticing scents. If it were up to him, we

ally home for lunch right now. I match my stare to the desolate

e is

er, stopping right by the door. I swear I can hear two voices comin

the

hat to think. I want to believe there’s some logical explanation for this, but how could there

What are y

of my stomach like an anchor. Four years together, and for what? F

asks suddenly, pushing himself off of th

lly going to marry you…” I think aloud, sadness and anger mixing inside me like oil and water.

. Day

the only one with a broken heart. I try to contain my muffled sobs while Jackson stumble

Jackson and me. I can’t even look at the man. I spent four years hoping and wish

s of self-doubt and insecurity, only for our relationship to end with Jackson on top of another

you’re always so busy with work,” Jackson tries to rationalize, kneeling beside m

focus on us! Not that you would notice,” I spit b

rt I am. I stand up suddenly, grabbing the suitcase from under our bed a

ching out for my arm. I pull away instantly an

leaving.

ntly, he expected me to be okay with

alo

his chest. Jackson’s stare races between my olive-green eyes, but I don’t care to hear h

but I nudge the suitcase again, fo

e you’ll have no trouble finding a place to stay.

uiding him out of the apartment without question. He starts to s

d every memory from the last four years flashes in my mind. My mom tried to tell me that Jackson was bad news, bu

ection… it was stupid thinking. I bury my face in my palms and try to gather my t

-number passcode. When the screen unlocks, I rush to Safa

s when I read t

That’

s the room and allow o

I goin