He Missed Me When I Was Gone

The day before my birthday, Hector Tyler asked me, with reddened eyes, “It’s almost my birthday. Is she really not coming back?”

I wanted to celebrate my birthday too, but I didn’t dare say it out loud.

Hector wouldn’t stay with me on my birthday—he probably wished I would disappear altogether. The person he truly loved, his first love, was my second personality. She could only appear if I wasn’t there.

Later, I decided to undergo personality removal surgery.

I died, in a way. Yet, Hector searched for me like a madman for three years.