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I met my ex-boyfriend Cecil Duncan again eight years later. His bright colorful hair was gone. The tattoos disappeared. He became a noble and cold CEO. I was still playing the innocent card. All the resources that I had gone down the drain. "Miss Kendrick, I'm sorry. The cancer spread too far. Any further treatment would only add to your suffering," the doctor spoke gently, as if that softened the unsaid words: wait for death. I carried my death sentence with me. When I passed the obstetrics department, I collided head-on with Cecil. Eight years had passed. He looked taller, hotter, more— Just then, he snapped, "If you aren't using your eyes, donate them to someone who needs them." Alright. He was even more sharp-tongued than before.