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Why do I get the feeling that I’m the fortunate one as I watch Jarod walk away? I’m the one with cancer, he the healthy one. But the pain in his eyes as he kisses me brokenly and the halting step with which he leaves say otherwise.
I shouldn’t have done it. A night of joy. A night in which to live before I ended it all. That’s what I wanted. That’s what we had. But at what cost? Because now I’m going to live, and so is Jarod. And I’ve taken from him something he can never get back.