His Death Day, Her Wedding Day

e ceremony. I knew I should refuse, that I should walk away and go back to the clinic and finish what I came here to do

with my phone, a final memory of this place, the screen flashed and died. The battery was

a small, picturesque chapel on a hill overlooking the city. The place was teeming wi

a professional-grade camera. "Here," she said without look

ther. It was forgotten, a meaningless re

The happy couple, the smiling guests, the beautiful decor

iridescent paper, glittering in the candlelight. Exactly like the ones I had made for Olivia on our first anniversary. I had

ing them for her we

uched one of the stars. It was so

o see him standing there, already in his tuxedo. "Olivia made th

sked, my v

a few months ago," he

just reused my gift, she had lied about its origin, claim

in my hands. I watched as Olivia walked down the aisle on the arm of her father. She looked radiant, a pe

and I saw the inscription on the inside of the band. It was our special date, the

ures, documenting every moment of my own personal execution. The vows, the e

gling and congratulating the happy cou

ow. "The ring. The date. Why, O

ing, Ethan. It was all just... stuff. Things I did because I thought I

blow. She was systematically destroying every memory, every

el?" I whispered, my voice thick with a pain so pr

ssion unchanging. "I don't know

peace began to settle. It was the peace of utter hopelessness. The peace of knowing that nothing mattered anymore. The questions, the answ

my face. "It doesn't matter." I raised the camera.