Shattered~Vows
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café windows casting soft rays on our table, I am lost
za for our birthdays?" Amy asks, a
you insisted on entering that store. "
t those boots! Th
ss, her eyes twink
k my glass against hers, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through me, not just fro
ontaneous trips to heartbreaks and new beginnings. Today felt like a nod
" Amy says, setting her glass d
you som
to. Your sparkling compa
. I open the box slowly, and there it is: the necklace. The one I had seen when I was young, t
ver the delicate chain, as it twinkles in the sunli
she says softly, watching me. "
but I blink back quickly, not want
rfect. T
f our drinks, I can't stop the e
's been acting weird all week. I'm sure he's planning some s
s at her lips. "Me? I have no idea what you're tal
ease!"
stalling me so he can get everything ready at home." Amy shrugs, givin
ve," Amy says with a w
lightly against my chest as I walk to the car. My heart is racing with e
ner for two? I can't wait to get
e front door, expecting to hear laughter, music, or at least
ll at the entrance, m
hiding?" I s
tchen and find it empty. Not a single plate is out of place. I head upstairs, my pulse quicke
the closet door is open, and Jack's side is empty. His suits, shirts, shoes, and everything
now. I turn and hurry to the bathroom
no
is his, unmistakable. My breath catches in my throat as I
S: Sorry to do this
ad filled the apartment is now echoing in my chest. I reach out and touch t
few more seconds, a laugh
n come out now." My voice echoes throug
rt of the surprise. Some over-the-top, dramatic joke. Either way, Jack always had a fl
footsteps, but the apartment remains eerily quiet. My heart starts to pound in my chest, f
o sound more confident. "Come on,
l no
my purse. My fingers fumble inside until I find my phone. Quickly, i swi
e automated voice: "The number you h
ach. I blink, staring at my phone screen,
ll myself, hitting the call butt
ave dialed is no
o creep in slowly. Jack isn't hiding. This isn't a joke. The
I stumble toward the couch and collapse into the cushions. I stare at the living room
is