I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable

I rented a house by the sea, dragging my suitcase behind me.

The landlord, Mrs. Parker, was a sweet old lady—always chatting, always sharing homemade food. She was over seventy, and like me, wasn't sure what would come first—tomorrow or the unexpected. But she didn't stress about it.

"Live each day as it comes," she'd say.

Her warmth softened the weight in my chest, the suffocating dread ebbing like the tide. I was learning to accept death. Once I was gone, there'd be nothing left to worry about.

Three days passed.

Carl texted. Wouldn't be back anytime soon. Mia's parents adored him, wanted him to stay longer.

And, of course, Mia made sure the whole world knew.

[Finally fulfilled my parents' wish—brought home a boyfriend.]

The photo? Carl, deep in conversation with her parents.

She updated daily.

Carl meeting her relatives.

Carl in matching outfits with her.

Carl inches from her as she tilted toward him, her lips hovering just near his cheek. The angle was perfect, the intimacy obvious.

Carl's smile looked stiff.

Her caption: [Scared you, didn't I, dummy Carl?]

Carl replied: [Being your friend is exhausting. Even comes with acting gigs.]

Mia: [Well, you could always stop pretending. I wouldn't mind making it official, hahaha.]

I shut off my phone.

I wanted to let go. I really did. But this? This still hurt. A slow, crushing ache.

For three years in high school, Carl and I had this... thing. Flirting, never crossing the line, but we both felt it.

Then, on graduation night, he finally said it.

Under a thousand city lights, his eyes shining like stars, he stood there—nervous as hell.

"Y-Yara, I—I w-want to be your boyfriend. And then... one day, your husband. The person closest to you. And you... you'll be mine."

No hesitation. I grabbed the flowers from his hands, too choked up to speak.

Since childhood, I'd counted on him, dreamed of a future with him. And for a while, I thought we had it.

Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw her.

Mia.

She was watching his back, her face full of loss.

I hadn't been wrong. She wanted him too.