Swim Little Fish, Swim​

Summary

For eight years, I helped build my boyfriend's dream from nothing. On our anniversary, we were still in the same attic apartment.

He gave me the only egg from his soup. "Eat, Lena. You need strength."

I held my cancer diagnosis and said I wanted to break up. "I can't wait anymore, Ethan."

He smiled, ruffling my hair. "Don't be silly."

"I have cancer." The pain was so sharp I barely remember his response before he rushed off to work—our life already felt like a long-distance relationship.