More Than Ashes

More Than Ashes

Gavin

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The smell of smoke woke me up, a thick, acrid scent clinging to my throat. My heart pounded as sirens pierced the night, a chilling prelude. Three missed calls from Marco, my dad's sous chef. "It' s the restaurant. It' s... there was a fire." I ran, the air growing thick with the smell of burning wood and something chemical, something awful. My world shattered when I saw it: the hollowed-out shell of "The Amber Hearth," my parents' restaurant, my entire life, consumed by flames. A police officer stopped me, but I could only stare at the wreckage, the place my parents worked, lived, and breathed. Weeks later, I was living with Chloe, my food critic girlfriend, in her pristine, minimalist apartment. She supported me, made calls, held me when nightmares struck. "We'll get through this together," she promised. But that promise felt hollow when the simple click-click-whoosh of a gas stove sent me stumbling in terror, and she quickly turned it off, her embrace distant even as she whispered, "I'll be here for you." The cracks widened when she abandoned our quiet anniversary dinner, again, for Daniel, her 'anxiety-ridden' former mentor. "He needs me, Liam," she'd always say, framing his alleged illness as a virtue, my need for her as a selfish demand. I watched her move, efficient and precise, realizing I was just an obligation, a managed crisis she was bored with. Then, a text from my friend: Chloe's rave review of Daniel's new menu just dropped, a "Triumph of a Troubled Genius." The publication date? Last night. Our anniversary. She wasn' t working; she was dining with him, relaunching his career. The anger burned clean and hot; her entire compassionate façade was a calculated deception. When she walked in, I confronted her, the ugly truth filling her perfectly curated apartment: she chose him, lied to me, used my grief as cover. Her icy response, "If that's how you feel, then maybe you should leave," was all I needed. I left. Days later, I saw him letting himself into her apartment, confirming the sickening truth: I was just a convenient cover for their secret affair, a grieving fool in their shared territory. I had defended her, pushed away friends who tried to warn me, all for a lie. My anger, humiliation, and shame fused into a chilling resolve. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was done. This wasn't a relationship; it was a fraud. And now, armed with the brutal truth, I had to build something new, far from her memory.

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The smell of smoke woke me up, a thick, acrid scent clinging to my throat.

My heart pounded as sirens pierced the night, a chilling prelude.

Three missed calls from Marco, my dad's sous chef. "It' s the restaurant. It' s... there was a fire."

I ran, the air growing thick with the smell of burning wood and something chemical, something awful.

My world shattered when I saw it: the hollowed-out shell of "The Amber Hearth," my parents' restaurant, my entire life, consumed by flames.

A police officer stopped me, but I could only stare at the wreckage, the place my parents worked, lived, and breathed.

Weeks later, I was living with Chloe, my food critic girlfriend, in her pristine, minimalist apartment.

She supported me, made calls, held me when nightmares struck. "We'll get through this together," she promised.

But that promise felt hollow when the simple click-click-whoosh of a gas stove sent me stumbling in terror, and she quickly turned it off, her embrace distant even as she whispered, "I'll be here for you."

The cracks widened when she abandoned our quiet anniversary dinner, again, for Daniel, her 'anxiety-ridden' former mentor.

"He needs me, Liam," she'd always say, framing his alleged illness as a virtue, my need for her as a selfish demand.

I watched her move, efficient and precise, realizing I was just an obligation, a managed crisis she was bored with.

Then, a text from my friend: Chloe's rave review of Daniel's new menu just dropped, a "Triumph of a Troubled Genius."

The publication date? Last night. Our anniversary. She wasn' t working; she was dining with him, relaunching his career.

The anger burned clean and hot; her entire compassionate façade was a calculated deception.

When she walked in, I confronted her, the ugly truth filling her perfectly curated apartment: she chose him, lied to me, used my grief as cover.

Her icy response, "If that's how you feel, then maybe you should leave," was all I needed. I left.

Days later, I saw him letting himself into her apartment, confirming the sickening truth: I was just a convenient cover for their secret affair, a grieving fool in their shared territory.

I had defended her, pushed away friends who tried to warn me, all for a lie.

My anger, humiliation, and shame fused into a chilling resolve. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was done.

This wasn't a relationship; it was a fraud. And now, armed with the brutal truth, I had to build something new, far from her memory.

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