They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 35: Chapter 35
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The group chat was buzzing about our first reunion since graduation.
Jake never responded. Too busy, probably.
So I went. Figured I'd catch up with old friends, clear my head.
The restaurant I'd always wanted to try. Jake could never find the time before.
Same crowd, same topic—him.
"You two were like campus royalty back then. Same company after graduation too—you must be married by now?"
"You guys are so cute together. Saw his post yesterday, that silhouette shot of you stargazing. Why didn't he come tonight?"
I checked Jake's social media. Nothing.
He'd blocked me.
About to tell everyone we'd broken up when someone pointed outside.
"There he is! I knew it—you two were attached at the hip in college."
Through the window, Jake in the white hoodie I'd bought him. That soft, warm smile.
For a second, I was back in that perfect summer when we were everything to each other.
Then I saw Mia behind him.
Matching hoodies. Like some cute college couple.
Bandage gone, arm healed.
He clearly hadn't known about the reunion. Held the door for her:
"Canceled work drinks to meet your friends."
He froze when he saw me. Tried to look away.
But our classmates spotted him:
"Jake! Get over here—who's this?"
All eyes on them.
Even the college kids at the next table were staring.
Jake looked straight at me, like he wanted to explain.
But Mia went red, tugged his sleeve:
"My friends are watching. Please don't embarrass me."
His jaw tightened. After a long pause, he made his choice.
One guilty glance at me, then looked away.
"My girlfriend, Mia."
When did he stop caring about my feelings?
At work, with friends—always choosing her over me.
Watched him introduce her around while everyone awkwardly called her "Ms.Reed," shooting me worried looks.
I didn't belong here.
Light rain outside.
I stood under the awning, flagging down a cab.
Someone grabbed my arm.
Jake, eyes down:
"It's raining. Let me drive you."
"Your girlfriend's inside. Don't bother."
His face tightened, impatient.
"She's chatting with everyone. I'll come back for her. Let me take you home first."
No explanation.
I didn't need one.
I stared out the window while he rambled:
"After I fired her, things got rough. I felt guilty, wanted to help her out."
"Calling her my girlfriend was just to save face. Don't worry—when we send out wedding invites, everyone will understand."
"Once this blows over, we'll do the parent meeting again..."
"Jake." I cut him off. "If you'd known firing her would hurt her, would you still have chosen me?"
Silence.
Jake regretted picking me.
I closed my eyes, pretended to sleep.
Heard him sigh, barely a whisper:
"Either way, I won't abandon you."
But love needs certainty. One choice.
Jake, you couldn't give me that.
Jake never responded. Too busy, probably.
So I went. Figured I'd catch up with old friends, clear my head.
The restaurant I'd always wanted to try. Jake could never find the time before.
Same crowd, same topic—him.
"You two were like campus royalty back then. Same company after graduation too—you must be married by now?"
"You guys are so cute together. Saw his post yesterday, that silhouette shot of you stargazing. Why didn't he come tonight?"
I checked Jake's social media. Nothing.
He'd blocked me.
About to tell everyone we'd broken up when someone pointed outside.
"There he is! I knew it—you two were attached at the hip in college."
Through the window, Jake in the white hoodie I'd bought him. That soft, warm smile.
For a second, I was back in that perfect summer when we were everything to each other.
Then I saw Mia behind him.
Matching hoodies. Like some cute college couple.
Bandage gone, arm healed.
He clearly hadn't known about the reunion. Held the door for her:
"Canceled work drinks to meet your friends."
He froze when he saw me. Tried to look away.
But our classmates spotted him:
"Jake! Get over here—who's this?"
All eyes on them.
Even the college kids at the next table were staring.
Jake looked straight at me, like he wanted to explain.
But Mia went red, tugged his sleeve:
"My friends are watching. Please don't embarrass me."
His jaw tightened. After a long pause, he made his choice.
One guilty glance at me, then looked away.
"My girlfriend, Mia."
When did he stop caring about my feelings?
At work, with friends—always choosing her over me.
Watched him introduce her around while everyone awkwardly called her "Ms.Reed," shooting me worried looks.
I didn't belong here.
Light rain outside.
I stood under the awning, flagging down a cab.
Someone grabbed my arm.
Jake, eyes down:
"It's raining. Let me drive you."
"Your girlfriend's inside. Don't bother."
His face tightened, impatient.
"She's chatting with everyone. I'll come back for her. Let me take you home first."
No explanation.
I didn't need one.
I stared out the window while he rambled:
"After I fired her, things got rough. I felt guilty, wanted to help her out."
"Calling her my girlfriend was just to save face. Don't worry—when we send out wedding invites, everyone will understand."
"Once this blows over, we'll do the parent meeting again..."
"Jake." I cut him off. "If you'd known firing her would hurt her, would you still have chosen me?"
Silence.
Jake regretted picking me.
I closed my eyes, pretended to sleep.
Heard him sigh, barely a whisper:
"Either way, I won't abandon you."
But love needs certainty. One choice.
Jake, you couldn't give me that.
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