His Death Day, Her Wedding Day

avy in my hand, a

heard her voice, a year of sil

Glioblastoma, stage four. I' m sorry, Et

thumb hovering

ds out. "And the second thing... you once pro

ne wen

t me. "I never loved you, Ethan," she h

e more than the i

, in a sterile room, schedu

the lake, skipping ston

a man came up, wrapping his ar

extending a hand. "We' re actu

wedding day. The universe

he path of an oncoming tram. O

ve rode up, and I saw it: a silve

were still together. My life, m

ld her, hoarse. "I

for a favor. "I need you to take the

"I want a photo. Just one

immediately aband

origami stars, our special d

Ethan," she said, her eyes

eading back to the cl

d use an extra hand with some l

ompliance, to turn my fin

I re

eded to burn the image of her happiness