You’ll Miss Me When I’m Gone

The doctor didn’t soften the words. The treatments had failed. The transfusions were only buying time. Without a bone marrow transplant—soon—I wouldn’t survive.

There was only one match.

My cousin, Liora.

The same cousin smiling beside my boyfriend Ethan in his Instagram posts, his fingers laced with hers like they’d always belonged there.

When I demanded the truth, Ethan swore he did it for me.

“She wouldn’t agree to the transplant unless I became her boyfriend. I had no choice.”

But love doesn’t forget. And Ethan remembers everything about her—her allergies, her favorite foods, the sound of her voice—while barely noticing when I fade right in front of him.

I’m dying. Yet somehow, watching him choose her over and over again hurts more than the disease eating me alive.

And I know the truth now. Liora never intended to save me. My illness is just the leash she uses to keep him.

So I stop waiting. If I only have one month left, I’ll live it on my own terms—even if that means destroying every lie, every promise, every memory we shared.

When Ethan finally looks at me again, it won’t be with love.

It will be with regret.