My boyfriend's childhood sweetheart cosplayed as a god and accepted my kneeling devotion and offerings for a whole hour.
When she broke character and burst into laughter, she clutched her stomach and collapsed into my boyfriend Wu Kang's arms, while his pack of useless friends rushed out and joined in the ruckus.
I lowered my eyes to the statue of the god I'd painstakingly arranged to have brought here, watching them toss it on the ground and kick it around. My expression was numb.
I looked at Wu Kang, laughing and slapping his thigh in the crowd, and gazed at him with pity.
What Wu Kang didn't know was that he was the one who was terminally ill.
I prayed to the gods day and night, only hoping he would live a little longer.
