The Prodigy’s Last Dance of Love

The terminal diagnosis felt like an ending, a quiet period to a long, exhausting sentence.

I, Ava, the world' s only true prodigy in data analytics, was dying.

My mind-a machine that could map the future with flawless precision-couldn't find a single path that didn't end in a hospital bed.

The irony was suffocating.

My body was failing because my mind had been running at an impossible overload for centuries.

Not just this lifetime, but seven of them, a secret etched physically on my chest.

Then the doorbell rang.

It was Liam, my ex-fiancé, radiating success as always.