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My boyfriend is dying, and somehow I've managed to make everything harder than it already is for us. The doctors said the disease was untreatable, incurable, palliative, hell, it didn't even have a name. And before I can blink, the future we planned together feels like it's slipping through my fingers like sand on the beach. Felix is fading, and I'm supposed to stay strong-but some days I just want to run, to curl into a ball and hide from the grief that's too big to face.
During the weeks after the diagnostic I make mistakes that I can't take back, I say the wrong things, I pull away when all he wants is me, when all he needs, is me. And the worst part? I know it's my fear, more than anything else, that's pushing me away. The fear of losing the only person that gave me that will to live, the only sunshine I've ever known in my dark, depressing life.
In this cheesy ass story, love is messy, loss is unavoidable, and sometimes the person you want to protect most is the one you end up hurting.