Tyro Vogel's Extatica
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What happened between them was the clash of two hearts bent on getting what each wanted.
Irina wanted passion, art, adventure. Most of all, she wanted adventure. Her boyfriend, or, rather, her ex-boyfriend, wanted a comfortable life set against traditional family values. He’d said she was “special,” that he’d been simply “too normal” for her. He should’ve known what he was getting into when he decided to date a redhead. This was months ago, but today Irina remembered that conversation well. Today was the day when everything had gotten much, much worse. She’d paid a visit to the hospital to check a small lump under her collarbone and had gotten the news of a lifetime: she had breast cancer.
Irina had been on her feet ever since, walking the streets of Budapest as if to stop meant to die.
The sun had already set by the time her tired feet had carried her to Margaret Island. She couldn’t run from this forever. Irina’s grandmother had died of breast cancer. It wasn’t pretty. They’d amputated both her breasts, then she died anyway. But her grandmother had been nearly seventy when she was diagnosed; Irina was barely twenty-three. Life’s a bitch, she thought, and then you die. It was a morbid disposition. What she really needed to do was to sit down and get her head in order.