Love's Grave: A Final Sacrifice

“The shovel struck the dirt above me. A dull, wet thud. It was my grave, and I was floating above it, watching. My ex-girlfriend, Ava, was there, livestreaming to thousands. "We're doing this for Liam," she announced, her voice tight with artificial conviction. Beside her, my former best friend, Liam Davis, grunted, driving the shovel deeper. He was performing, for Ava, for the camera, for the lies he' d spun for five years about me haunting him. Then, he unearthed my pine coffin. The crowbar pried it open, revealing the horrific claw marks-my claw marks-inside the lid. But also, my diary. Ava, pale and trembling, pulled it from the mud. She began to read my words, words that told of my love for her, of Liam's escalating cruelty, not mine. Yet, she still clung to his narrative, selectively reading to justify her actions. He' d almost poisoned me. He tried to murder me. The truth, stark and undeniable, spilled from the pages. Then, my mother arrived. She didn't just expose Liam's lies about an old fight; she revealed a truth that shattered Ava' s world: I was going to donate my kidney to save her life. The man she' d desecrated, the monster she' d paraded online, was her silent savior. Struck by a blinding guilt, Ava unearthed the diary's final, blood-stained entry. My last words. "Ava. Liam did this. I love yo-" Unfinished. The truth was absolute: Liam had not only framed me, he had buried me alive. A raw scream tore from Ava' s throat. The tears that followed were years too late, but they ignited a terrifying purpose. She would make him pay.”