He Betrayed Me, but I'll Bury Him Gently
On the last day to submit our college applications, my childhood sweetheart, Jose Hanson, changes my major from medicine to mortuary science.
Meanwhile, he applies to the same college as the girl next door, Rachel Thorne.
When I confront him, he answers casually, "I saw the diagnosis in your room. You have Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis."
I freeze.
Jose looks at me with disgust.
"Vicky, your mom took me in 12 years ago. I've spent 12 years playing the role of your childhood sweetheart. Now, it's time for me to pursue my true love. As for you, you might as well start learning how to arrange your own funeral."
But…
I look at him holding hands with Rachel.
That diagnosis isn't mine.
It's his.