Dying For Her Love, Again

ingle carton of expired milk and a wilting apple. His last dose of pain medication was gone, and the dull, persistent ache in his bones was sharpening into something vicious. He was dying, a

in the sun, her eyes full of the light he had personally extinguished. It was his most treasured possession, the last piece of his old life, of his true self. He had to sell it. Not for himself, but to pay back Dr. C

inside his worn jacket, he took the bus, the jarring movements sending waves of pain through his fragile body. He walked into the lobby, a cavernous spac

oman looked him up and down, her expression a mixtur

ust tell her it' s

r, cutting voice sliced through t

dressed in a power suit that screamed success. Daniel, handsome and smiling, had his a

Ethan stammered, holding out the rol

than and Olivia like a bodyguard. "She doesn' t want

d, his voice weak. He felt a dizzy spell

said, her voice devoid of

hard shove in the chest. It wasn' t a huge push, but Ethan' s body was too weak to absorb it. He lost his balance, his legs giving out from und

and visitors stopped to stare. The whisper

t' s him. That'

on her right before

ks like a junkie. He

e has the nerve to s

onster she had heroically overcome. No one knew the truth. No one knew that the man they were sneering at had chosen this path, this public shame, thi

t want their pity. He didn' t even want their under

screamed, a silent, desperate cry that wo