I sat at a bar and waited for Will to come. He came within ten minutes.
Will looked alarmed, "I'm sorry about what happened to Emily."
I yelled, "Why? Why must it be her?"
Will replied sadly, "There's nothing you can do right now."
I replied, "She must perform the surgery, yet she doesn't want to. But she will die if she doesn't."
He asked, "But the surgery success rate is 50/50 plus her heart might fail during the operation. How can you be so cruel to let her perform the surgery?"
I cried, "You're right. I'm cruel. But what else can I do? The surgery is her only hope of surviving."
He closed his eyes and said, "I guess you're right. There's nothing else we can do. She has to perform that surgery."
I shouted, "But she won't. She wants to die with me than perform the surgery. What do I do?"
He said nothing.
I blurted, "I know. I'll need to find a way to make her hate me. Then, she'll perform the surgery. That's right. I know. I'll marry her, but on wedding day, I'll need a random girl to come and stop the wedding. She can say she's pregnant and I'm the father. Then, Emily will hate me and perform the surgery."
He looked at me and shook his head, "That is going to kill Emily's heart."
I nodded sadly, "But there's no other choice. She must live. I rather let her hate me forever than see her die."
He sighed, "Do what you think is right."
I stopped him and warned, "I want you to swear that you'll never tell her about this. Never."
He nodded sadly, "I've never seen you like this. You truly love Emily. Too bad God won't let you two be together."
