A Second Chance At Broken Love

dead on top of me, his bloo

oed in my head: "If there's a next life, let's n

eak through his icy heart. It never did. He hated me because his childhood sweetheart, Emily, had died,

ngagement, blaming me. I regretted it most of all, feeling like a di

vived, and he was gone. So, I prepared

end. But the impact never came. Instead, I jolted awake in my own bed, sunlight streaming in. My phone buzzed, and the date on the screen made m