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2024-10-29 19:42:56JULIA'S POV
I am dying.
Mama gets angry when I call it out for what it was. Death.
I have cancer and I am going to die in 6 months indefinitely.
I am not scared of death but I am afraid of regrets and I do have one.
I have never allowed myself to fall in love. It had always been too risky, a very vulnerable position. Besides, I have never bothered to concern myself with such frivolity.
But you’ll be surprised at how much frivolity you wished you indulged in when you sit in the confine of a pale white room facing a doctor that was telling you, you have mere months to live and yet all you could focus on was how immaculate his teeth were.
But I have a plan.
A bucket list of things I was going to do with the man I chose to fall in love with so I can leave with no regrets.
My best friend thinks it is stupid and she doesn’t even know the full story yet.
I am going to fall in love with the most wicked man in New York.
I am just a dying girl, not an evil one so certainly, I am not going to pick a man that might lose his heart to me, and who else was a better candidate than a heartless man who has nothing to lose?
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