When Love Became A Plot

ite hallways to a private wing he had apparently booked. A doctor with tired eyes and a kind

rare blood disorder. We've noted it in her file. A major surgery like a nep

y eyes. He had to listen. This was a doctor, a

m his phone, where he was scrolling th

his head, not to look at me, but to glare at the doctor. "I'm paying yo

authority in Liam's voice was absolute. He sighed, d

e pity in their eyes. They put an IV in my arm, the small prick a minor insult compared to the gaping w

re in our small apartment, the one we had before the billions. He had filled it with candles and cooked my favorite meal. He got down on one knee and told me,

I had trusted him with

painful, it felt like a fr

adjoining room, I could see a young woman lying in the other bed. She had bright

s, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. It wasn't a simple peck. It was a kiss of pure devotion, a sacred, reve

he last piece of it j

my face. "Count backwa

nversation Liam and I had a year ago, in the dead of nigh

in his family's estate. The book detailed our lives, our future. A future wh

th disbelief and fury. "Our lives are scripted. I'm t

" I

st my hair. "I don't care what some stupid book says. I love you. Not some character named Skylar. You. I

ret, this knowledge that fate had a different plan for us. He had loved me s

ctor in our bedroom because I loved the night sky. His white shirts, the ones he wore to his most important meetings, always carried the fa

He had given up. Or worse, he had

ld path down my temple. My last conscious thought was of his promise, now