In the second year of my severe illness, my girlfriend with whom I had shared a decade-long romance suddenly vanished into oblivion.
When we met once again, she had transformed into a major star, starred in films, and found a lover with a kindred spirit.
She alone forgot about me.
It is said that they fell in love during the filming. She was smitten with the cancer-stricken teenager in the film at first sight.
Yet, she failed to recollect that the prototype of that cancer-stricken teenager was me.
The cancer-stricken teenager in the film ultimately couldn't hold onto life.
I, in the real world, am also approaching the end.