No Love Left, No Heartbeat
Language: en
The seventh year Sophia was abroad, the year her heart, which I’d shattered, finally healed enough for her to bring a new boyfriend home to meet her parents, was also the year the hospital gave me my final verdict. Seven years of fighting cancer, and I had lost. I could go home to die. When she saw my mother wheeling me out, Sophia’s lips twisted into a sneer. “Well, well. Seven years. You look like hell. Can't even walk on your own two feet now?” Her voice dripped with contempt, but I just calmly tugged the sleeve of my puffer jacket down, hiding the dense constellation of needle marks on…