Chapter 1

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Ava

"Ava, don't run," Jon pleaded with me.

"Why not?" I shot back.

"Because you didn't cause his death. He passed away from cancer. You're not to blame, Ava. Please, trust me."

"I'm a terrible doctor. I can't even help anyone. I need to quit this job; it's not where I belong," I confessed, tears welling in my eyes.

"You've got to be joking."

"No, Jon, I'm serious. If I stay here even a moment longer, I'll lose it."

"What about me?" Jon asked, his voice heavy with pain.

"This isn't about you. You still have your career, and you're a fantastic doctor. You won't need me anymore."

"You're so selfish, Ava. I told you I'd be there for you, but you're being foolish," he said, his tone dark.

"Fine, call me selfish." I met his whiskey-coloured gaze. "Goodbye. I hope you find success in your future."

I turned away and walked off before he could respond. Once Jonathan Michael was my boyfriend; now he was just my ex.

I didn't feel sad... I felt rage.

One thing about me is that I can't hide my emotions, so as I walked home, tears streamed down my face.

People stared as I passed, and I hated their eyes on me. For some reason, it felt overwhelming, and I couldn't stop crying.

"Am I a terrible person?"

"Do I deserve this kind of treatment from the world?"

My house was only a 15-minute walk from the hospital, but it felt like I had been walking for ages.

Every person I passed looked at me with pity, and I despised it.

As I rummaged through my bag for a tissue, I suddenly collided with something solid.

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