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He always chose someone else over me. At first, I thought it was no big deal. Because we're friends. Because we've known each other for so long. But as that 'someone else' kept coming first, I was pushed further and further down his priority list. My birthday, my graduation, even the day I collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. He was always by her side. "..I'm sorry." That was his habit. I became accustomed to those words, and eventually, I stopped expecting anything at all. Then one day. The hospital gave me a sentence. "One year at most." It felt like the world was ending, but strangely, no tears fell. Instead, he was the first person who came to mind. But soon, a hollow laugh escaped me. What's the point of telling him? He'll surely worry about her first anyway. So I decided to keep it a secret. To disappear quietly. For the sake of the man who is more used to a world without me. And yet... When I truly tried to leave. For the first time, his world began to crumble.