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I didn't want to link this to any actual named diseases or terminal illness that are out there just in case so the condition that y/n has will be referred to as xx disease or xx illness

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My life was great.

I had a boy friend, though, he was a secret to everyone but the two of us. We didn't even tell our best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Toru Oikawa.

He was the captain of the boys volleyball team and the number two student in the school, myself being number one.

Everything was perfect.

Seriously.

The two of us had been dating for seven months and Toru had told me so much. Even that he loved me.

I loved him too.

But then something happened.

Something that ripped everything away from me in an instant.

"You have xx illness."

It came back.

As a child I was diagnosed with this. But it was quickly dealt with.

There was a 25-50% chance that it would come back. But it didn't. It didn't come back. We were fine.

But then... This year...

Honestly. What are the chances that I'd be free of this disease for seven years and then suddenly it comes back.

"Are you positive?" my mother asked.

"We double and triple checked it, Mrs l/n. Y/n has xx illness once again."

Damn...

"You know the gist of this. It can be cured but it's a long and tiring process and because this is coming back for the second time I can't assure that you will..."

Damn..

"I'm sorry. You may not survive it this time."

Damn.

"We can still put you through the treatment. It's up to you."

DAMN IT!

WHY?!

WHY WHEN THINGS ARE ACTUALLY GOOD?! WHEN I HAVE MY LIFE STEADY AND GOING UP?! WHY NOW?!

WHY DID IT HAVE TO COME BACK?!

And then...

"Let's break up."

It sounds so cold.

Like I didn't care.

"W-wait-- why? I thought we were fine? I'd even go as close as to say perfect. Why? Did I do something wrong?! Y/n! Please! Tell me!"

And then that line that everyone hates to hear.

The number one overused excuse in the world...

"It's not you, Toru, trust me. Its me."

Ah!

I hate this.

I hate this so so much.

Why'd it have to come back?

Why me?

Why now?

Why?

Why?!

"What do you mean you won't take the treatment?" my brother was staring at me with wide eyes.

What's the point?

"If I don't have a high chance of surviving then why should I take valuable treatment that someone else could be having in my place?"

The doctor told me my survival chances.

They're pretty damn low even with the support.

"But we have to try!"

"I can't go through it again. I'm sorry."

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I have to put you through this but...

I just can't.

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