I Died on His Wedding Day

- breakup, my thumb hovering over Thomas Vance's contact like a t

s on the

be my pallbea

rough the receiver like ice water: "Daisy,

e-Thomas Vance-into a bloody blur. "Sorry," I mumbled, staring at th

sharp laugh: "We've been over for tw

coat as he said "it's done" without meeting my eyes. I clung to his sleeve till dawn, only to learn from neighbors he'd board

'd have remained stranger

e glass like my blurry vision. "I g

set on dying, do it where I won't find your body.

rom Belrith. "Ms. Winters," a clinical voice said, "your euth

nt Alps loomed like gray shadows, their peaks mocking my crumbling resolve. The biopsy report burned in my bag: terminal panc

e black leather jacket I'd bought him, looking as if he'd step

he took a red - eye train 600 kilometers to hold me during a panic attack. I'd t

e only sneered: "I told

" I whispered, nails

"I made it clear: I don't love you.

retort, a voice

rough his, a blue diamond ring winking on her finger. "W

The gemstone on her hand c

rried?" My v

: "He propose

mile: "When's

e like a butterfly. "Ju

e 30th was the date I'd