The Damage of a White Rose: When the Backup Plan Finds Out She's Dying Chapter 1

A viral TikTok asked, "How much damage can a guy's 'first love' actually do?"

I saw my boyfriend’s comment:

“My current girlfriend was just diagnosed with a terminal illness. All I can think is: thank God she’s just a lookalike, and not her.”

Clutching my diagnosis report, I cried until I started to laugh.

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The first thing I did after leaving the hospital was pack my bags.

Sean noticed me packing before he noticed my bloodshot eyes. He frowned and asked, "What are you packing for?"

I looked up at him and grinned widely. "I'm packing up to go die."

But Sean didn't laugh. His frown only deepened.

I knew he only liked it when I offered a demure, close-lipped smile; he only liked me when I was gentle and quiet.

But now that I was dying, I only wanted to do what made me happy.

Right then, his phone rang. The room was so quiet I could hear his friend's loud voice through the receiver:

"Sean! She's back! Are you coming to pick her up from the airport or what?"

Sean's grip on his phone tightened instantly. He gave a quick, soft "Yeah" and hung up.

Probably out of guilt, I could feel his displeasure vanish, replaced by a kind of apologetic affection.

"Baby..." he started, but I cut him off with a smile: "If you have something to do, go do it! Don't worry about me."

Sean was in such a hurry he didn't even notice my suitcase was already fully packed. He hastily ruffled my hair, grabbed his coat, and walked out the door.

The moment he left, I rolled my suitcase straight to a salon and chopped off the long hair I'd grown out for five years.

Snip. Five years, gone in an instant.