My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

I thought I was hallucinating.

Now, he was still here.

Still calling.

Still refusing to leave.

“Please,” he said quietly. “Come with me.”

I finally whispered, “Okay.”

The relief in his voice was immediate.

“Good.”

“You’re annoyingly stubborn,” I told him.

“I know.”

“And if this is horrible, I’m blaming you.”

He laughed.

“I’ll take that risk.”

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