After the Ice Melts
Language: en
It had been eight years since I last saw my ex-boyfriend, Jack Godley. The boy with the bleached-blond hair had dyed it black, lasered off his tattoos, and transformed into a refined, aloof tycoon. As for me, the delicate flower he once knew? I was still a flower, just one that was rapidly wilting away. "Miss Collins, I'm very sorry, but the cancer has metastasized too far. Any further treatment would only cause you more pain." The doctor was kind, phrasing "just go home and wait to die" as gently as he could. I walked out clutching my own death sentence. Passing by the obstetrics…