She sat me down with pity in her eyes and a gleam of relief.

I tried to control the recurring wave of nausea, but she must have seen through me.

“You feel it don’t you?” she asked knowingly.

But before I could deny it….”I am sorry I gave it to you” she followed.

“Gave me what?” I asked while fighting back another bout of what doctor’s couldn’t identify.

“It’ll only get worse. And the longer you wait…” she trailed off, momentarily lost in a fading memory.

“There’s no cure….”she said.

My mind started racing through all the possibilities.

“…but there’s a way to get rid of it” she continued, her voice aching with remorse.

“What are you talking about?!” I yelled exasperated.

“Listen….the only way you’ll ever feel better is to break another’s heart.”

 

 

I sat her down, pity in my eyes and gleam of relief.