They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 37: Chapter 37
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The day of the meeting, I didn't tell my parents.
After last time, they'd stopped mentioning Jake entirely.
Just said they'd support whatever I chose.
The meetup was never real—just payback for him walking out on me.
Remembered my passport was still at Jake's place. Took a long lunch to grab it.
Voices from the master bedroom. Jake's ragged breathing.
"Stop. I'm meeting Sophie's parents later."
"We have time, don't we?"
"Last time I was drunk. This can't happen again. I'll give you anything else, but not this."
Her voice turned tearful:
"I'm not asking for forever. Just these stolen moments. You'll get married soon—before then, can't we have no regrets..."
Words dissolved into other sounds.
I couldn't listen anymore. Went to the study, opened the safe.
My passport. And all our old memories.
Every love letter Jake wrote. Handmade gifts.
Even the photo from our first time—he'd insisted on keeping it.
He'd said:
"Only sleeping with one person your whole life? That's so romantic!"
Funny how hearts change.
Good memories don't protect you from anything.
I took my passport and left.
Four PM. Finished my last day at the company.
Jake and I were supposed to meet at three. He hadn't called.
Mr. Punctuality was too busy with Mia to remember.
Probably forgot entirely.
I laughed bitterly. Some revenge.
Revenge only works on people with consciences.
Whatever. I lost.
Not to Jake. Not to Mia.
To my old self—the one who loved without holding back.
I lost to my own heart.
After last time, they'd stopped mentioning Jake entirely.
Just said they'd support whatever I chose.
The meetup was never real—just payback for him walking out on me.
Remembered my passport was still at Jake's place. Took a long lunch to grab it.
Voices from the master bedroom. Jake's ragged breathing.
"Stop. I'm meeting Sophie's parents later."
"We have time, don't we?"
"Last time I was drunk. This can't happen again. I'll give you anything else, but not this."
Her voice turned tearful:
"I'm not asking for forever. Just these stolen moments. You'll get married soon—before then, can't we have no regrets..."
Words dissolved into other sounds.
I couldn't listen anymore. Went to the study, opened the safe.
My passport. And all our old memories.
Every love letter Jake wrote. Handmade gifts.
Even the photo from our first time—he'd insisted on keeping it.
He'd said:
"Only sleeping with one person your whole life? That's so romantic!"
Funny how hearts change.
Good memories don't protect you from anything.
I took my passport and left.
Four PM. Finished my last day at the company.
Jake and I were supposed to meet at three. He hadn't called.
Mr. Punctuality was too busy with Mia to remember.
Probably forgot entirely.
I laughed bitterly. Some revenge.
Revenge only works on people with consciences.
Whatever. I lost.
Not to Jake. Not to Mia.
To my old self—the one who loved without holding back.
I lost to my own heart.
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