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I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 5
A week passed before Carl finally called.His voice was sharp, irritated. "Where did you go? What are you trying to do? You know I could never like her, and she doesn't like me either. Did you really have to leave over this?"Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you. We're about to get married—does this even make sense to you?"Yara, do you have to make sure I have no friends left?"I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady. "Let's break up, Carl. There's no need for a wedding."Then I hung up.I went to block him—but then, a sharp itch crawled up my throat. A cold dread curled in my stomach.The next second, blood gushed from my mouth and nose.The thick scent of iron filled the air.Cold spread through me, my vision tilting. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I staggered toward the door.But before I reached it, my legs buckled.I crashed to the floor.Darkness swallowed me whole, the chill sinking deep into my bones.In my mind, two children ran through an or
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Carl frowned, clutching his chest as panic surged through him. His heartbeat stuttered, unease crawling under his skin.His balance wavered.Mia grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?"This feeling... He'd only had it once before—when he was ten.And back then, it had been about Yara too.As a kid, he kept to himself. The other orphans didn't like that. They ignored him at best, beat him up at worst.Only Yara stuck around, chattering nonstop, his stubborn little shadow.The older kids hated his aloofness. Every time they cornered him, they beat him black and blue.And every time, Yara threw herself into the fight.Small. Skinny. But fierce. She fought like a wildcat, knocking those bullies flat.Then came that day. The day they took it too far.They beat Carl so badly he couldn't move. Every bone in his body screamed.Yara rushed in, fists flying, striking at boys taller and stronger than her.But this time, they had weapons.One of them struck her face.She clutched her eye,
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 7
Somehow, I ended up back at the orphanage of my childhood.The place was wrecked—walls cracked, moss creeping up like it owned the place. Cobwebs stretched across every corner. In the dim light, I spotted a dust-covered chair tucked in the corner. The sight of it stirred my memories.A boy used to sit there. Silent. Alone. Never played. Never spoke. Just sat, staring at nothing.The director once said his parents died in a car crash. No family left, so he got dumped here. Watching him, I remembered my own first days in this place.Except I wasn't here because of an accident.I was left behind.My dad bailed first. Then my mom. She dropped me at the orphanage's doorstep and walked away like I was some broken thing she didn't need. I ran after her, but she spun around, eyes burning with something close to hate."Stay back," she snapped. "I don't need a burden."So I stayed.At first, I barely spoke. Couldn't get her face out of my head—that twisted, furious expression. The same
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 8
The peach tree in the yard had shot up, taller than I remembered.Spring had arrived, and every breeze sent petals drifting like snow.Carl and I planted this tree together—just because I once said I loved peaches. He used to sneak out every day, scrounging for scraps to save up for a sapling. We waited for spring, dreaming about the fruit it would bear in the fall.But fall came and went, year after year. We left the orphanage before we ever saw a single peach.I used to remind Carl—when autumn came, we should come back and see if the tree had made it.But Carl was always busy. Too caught up in work. Too caught up in everything except me.Now, I wouldn't live to see the fall.So I'd settle for the peach blossoms in spring."Carl, slow down."I turned.Carl was sprinting toward me, Mia struggling to keep up, panting hard. He barely glanced at the tree before taking off again, checking every building.He was looking for something.Or someone.Mia stopped beside me, breathle
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 9
Carl grabbed his phone, pulse hammering when he saw the caller ID.The police.He answered, breath hitching. The officer asked if he was Yara's boyfriend—And told him to come identify a body.His face drained. The phone slipped from his hand, smacking the floor before the call even ended.Mia slapped a hand over her mouth. Then, slowly, her lips curled.***The moment Carl saw me, his legs buckled. He grabbed my hand, rubbing it like crazy, trying to warm it—just like every winter.Mrs. Parker and Mia stood there, silent, watching him sob like a kid.I'd left everything to Mrs. Parker, asked her to have me cremated, my ashes scattered into the sea."Yara, wake up. Please... Let's get married. I won't hesitate anymore. We'll do it right now."Then, suddenly, Carl stood—And lifted my body out of the ice-cold chamber.Mrs. Parker and Mia gasped, rushing to stop him."Carl, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Yara needs to be cremated!""She's gone. Let her rest,
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Watching him like this hurt more than anything.The day we graduated, all I wanted was to marry him. No fancy wedding, no house, no car—just him. But he said no.He wanted to give me the best wedding. So I waited. Stood by him while he built his business. When things got better, I brought it up again.Carl held me close. Told me it wouldn't be fair. His career was just starting—he couldn't give me stability yet. But I didn't need stability. I just needed him.Then, when his business took off, I tried again. That time, something changed. He got irritated. Started coming home late.And then Mia's post.A picture of them drinking.[Being a guy is exhausting. Having a girlfriend who won't stop pushing for marriage is even worse, hahaha.]I didn't sleep that night.I wasn't his partner anymore. I was a burden.After college, he was always working, barely had time for me. And even when he did, all it took was one call from Mia, and he'd drop everything. The distance between us kept
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 11
Carl clung to my lifeless body, refusing food, refusing water.I had no idea how long he stayed like that. The air was thick with decay, the stench unbearable.I had no choice—I entered his dream.He held me tight, whispering over and over, "Yara, don't leave me."I stroked his back. "Let me go. I don't want my body rotting away—it'll be horrible. Please... cremate me. Scatter my ashes into the sea. That's my last wish.""I'll do it. I promise. But... wait for me, okay?""Live, Carl. Move on. Marry Mia. I'll bless you both.""No! I don't love her! I will never marry her!"His grip on my arm tightened, bloodshot eyes wild, teetering on the edge of madness.I sighed. Shook my head. Then I disappeared.When he woke, he clutched my body, screaming my name.Mia and the others broke down the door.They froze.Carl looked unhinged, completely gone.They had to drag him out by force.And finally, my body was cremated.Carl took my ashes to the sea.Mrs. Parker came to hand him
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 12
Carl nearly suffocated.A passing stranger found him, rushed him to the hospital.Mia stayed by his bedside all day, all night.When he finally woke up, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.Then she confessed everything.She had loved him for nine years.Love at first sight, since high school.She got close to him on purpose. Did everything to catch his eye.Pretended to be nice to me—just to stay near him.But Carl only ever saw me.He made it clear. He would only love me.Mia, always adored, always chosen, couldn't take it.She wanted him to regret picking me.Wanted him to want her.When she overheard him say he wasn't into her type, she changed.Dressed up. Softened her edges. Became the kind of girl he might fall for.She never saw me as competition.I was just a half-blind girl.No way she'd lose to me.But in the end, Carl still chose me.She couldn't accept it.Wouldn't.She convinced herself that if she waited long enough, he'd get bored.And she was ri
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I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 12
Carl nearly suffocated.A passing stranger found him, rushed him to the hospital.Mia stayed by his bedside all day, all night.When he finally woke up, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.Then she confessed everything.She had loved him for nine years.Love at first sight, since high school.She got close to him on purpose. Did everything to catch his eye.Pretended to be nice to me—just to stay near him.But Carl only ever saw me.He made it clear. He would only love me.Mia, always adored, always chosen, couldn't take it.She wanted him to regret picking me.Wanted him to want her.When she overheard him say he wasn't into her type, she changed.Dressed up. Softened her edges. Became the kind of girl he might fall for.She never saw me as competition.I was just a half-blind girl.No way she'd lose to me.But in the end, Carl still chose me.She couldn't accept it.Wouldn't.She convinced herself that if she waited long enough, he'd get bored.And she was ri
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 11
Carl clung to my lifeless body, refusing food, refusing water.I had no idea how long he stayed like that. The air was thick with decay, the stench unbearable.I had no choice—I entered his dream.He held me tight, whispering over and over, "Yara, don't leave me."I stroked his back. "Let me go. I don't want my body rotting away—it'll be horrible. Please... cremate me. Scatter my ashes into the sea. That's my last wish.""I'll do it. I promise. But... wait for me, okay?""Live, Carl. Move on. Marry Mia. I'll bless you both.""No! I don't love her! I will never marry her!"His grip on my arm tightened, bloodshot eyes wild, teetering on the edge of madness.I sighed. Shook my head. Then I disappeared.When he woke, he clutched my body, screaming my name.Mia and the others broke down the door.They froze.Carl looked unhinged, completely gone.They had to drag him out by force.And finally, my body was cremated.Carl took my ashes to the sea.Mrs. Parker came to hand him
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 10
Watching him like this hurt more than anything.The day we graduated, all I wanted was to marry him. No fancy wedding, no house, no car—just him. But he said no.He wanted to give me the best wedding. So I waited. Stood by him while he built his business. When things got better, I brought it up again.Carl held me close. Told me it wouldn't be fair. His career was just starting—he couldn't give me stability yet. But I didn't need stability. I just needed him.Then, when his business took off, I tried again. That time, something changed. He got irritated. Started coming home late.And then Mia's post.A picture of them drinking.[Being a guy is exhausting. Having a girlfriend who won't stop pushing for marriage is even worse, hahaha.]I didn't sleep that night.I wasn't his partner anymore. I was a burden.After college, he was always working, barely had time for me. And even when he did, all it took was one call from Mia, and he'd drop everything. The distance between us kept
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 9
Carl grabbed his phone, pulse hammering when he saw the caller ID.The police.He answered, breath hitching. The officer asked if he was Yara's boyfriend—And told him to come identify a body.His face drained. The phone slipped from his hand, smacking the floor before the call even ended.Mia slapped a hand over her mouth. Then, slowly, her lips curled.***The moment Carl saw me, his legs buckled. He grabbed my hand, rubbing it like crazy, trying to warm it—just like every winter.Mrs. Parker and Mia stood there, silent, watching him sob like a kid.I'd left everything to Mrs. Parker, asked her to have me cremated, my ashes scattered into the sea."Yara, wake up. Please... Let's get married. I won't hesitate anymore. We'll do it right now."Then, suddenly, Carl stood—And lifted my body out of the ice-cold chamber.Mrs. Parker and Mia gasped, rushing to stop him."Carl, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Yara needs to be cremated!""She's gone. Let her rest,
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The peach tree in the yard had shot up, taller than I remembered.Spring had arrived, and every breeze sent petals drifting like snow.Carl and I planted this tree together—just because I once said I loved peaches. He used to sneak out every day, scrounging for scraps to save up for a sapling. We waited for spring, dreaming about the fruit it would bear in the fall.But fall came and went, year after year. We left the orphanage before we ever saw a single peach.I used to remind Carl—when autumn came, we should come back and see if the tree had made it.But Carl was always busy. Too caught up in work. Too caught up in everything except me.Now, I wouldn't live to see the fall.So I'd settle for the peach blossoms in spring."Carl, slow down."I turned.Carl was sprinting toward me, Mia struggling to keep up, panting hard. He barely glanced at the tree before taking off again, checking every building.He was looking for something.Or someone.Mia stopped beside me, breathle
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Somehow, I ended up back at the orphanage of my childhood.The place was wrecked—walls cracked, moss creeping up like it owned the place. Cobwebs stretched across every corner. In the dim light, I spotted a dust-covered chair tucked in the corner. The sight of it stirred my memories.A boy used to sit there. Silent. Alone. Never played. Never spoke. Just sat, staring at nothing.The director once said his parents died in a car crash. No family left, so he got dumped here. Watching him, I remembered my own first days in this place.Except I wasn't here because of an accident.I was left behind.My dad bailed first. Then my mom. She dropped me at the orphanage's doorstep and walked away like I was some broken thing she didn't need. I ran after her, but she spun around, eyes burning with something close to hate."Stay back," she snapped. "I don't need a burden."So I stayed.At first, I barely spoke. Couldn't get her face out of my head—that twisted, furious expression. The same
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 6
Carl frowned, clutching his chest as panic surged through him. His heartbeat stuttered, unease crawling under his skin.His balance wavered.Mia grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?"This feeling... He'd only had it once before—when he was ten.And back then, it had been about Yara too.As a kid, he kept to himself. The other orphans didn't like that. They ignored him at best, beat him up at worst.Only Yara stuck around, chattering nonstop, his stubborn little shadow.The older kids hated his aloofness. Every time they cornered him, they beat him black and blue.And every time, Yara threw herself into the fight.Small. Skinny. But fierce. She fought like a wildcat, knocking those bullies flat.Then came that day. The day they took it too far.They beat Carl so badly he couldn't move. Every bone in his body screamed.Yara rushed in, fists flying, striking at boys taller and stronger than her.But this time, they had weapons.One of them struck her face.She clutched her eye,
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 5
A week passed before Carl finally called.His voice was sharp, irritated. "Where did you go? What are you trying to do? You know I could never like her, and she doesn't like me either. Did you really have to leave over this?"Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you. We're about to get married—does this even make sense to you?"Yara, do you have to make sure I have no friends left?"I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady. "Let's break up, Carl. There's no need for a wedding."Then I hung up.I went to block him—but then, a sharp itch crawled up my throat. A cold dread curled in my stomach.The next second, blood gushed from my mouth and nose.The thick scent of iron filled the air.Cold spread through me, my vision tilting. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I staggered toward the door.But before I reached it, my legs buckled.I crashed to the floor.Darkness swallowed me whole, the chill sinking deep into my bones.In my mind, two children ran through an or
I'm Terminal, Yet He's Unavailable Chapter 4
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 inti
