FAZER LOGINAt our high school reunion, my ex announced he was getting married. In the middle of the congratulations, someone piped up. “Hey, where’s Wren tonight? She didn’t show?” The whole room cracked up. “Wren? Probably still earning her keep in some rich guy’s bed.” “She dumped James for money, and now look at him. He’s the wealthiest guy in New York. Bet she’s kicking herself.” Someone snickered. “I heard the guy’s some fat old man. God, how does she even stomach it.” I broke up with James Thorne the year he loved me the most, and walked straight into the arms of another man, a man with money. Now he had a new girlfriend, he’d taken over Thorne Capital, and he was one of New York’s most talked-about young executives. He’d organized this reunion because he couldn’t wait to show off how good his life had turned out. “Enough. Drop it.” In the middle of the laughter, James spoke up. “I have a better life now. Whether Wren is dead or alive has nothing to do with me anymore.” “What if she really were dead?” The room went silent.
Ver mais“I miss you too.”I smiled. Something glittered in the corner of my eye, maybe a tear, maybe nothing, and when I rubbed at it, it was gone.“James, what I did for you, I’ve never regretted it.”“I used everything I had to keep you alive. Not so I could watch you tear yourself apart like this.”“Otherwise, what was the point of any of it?”He pulled me in and held on tight.“I want to come find you. I can’t do this without you.”“Wren, please let me come.”I shook my head and patted his back, careful, the way I used to.“Live.”“You said you wanted to make it up to me, right?”“Stay alive. That’s the only thing I want from you. Stay alive, and I’m happy.”“I’m with you, you know. All the time.”“I can be anything around you, a speck of dust or a breeze. I’m here. You just can’t see me.”My energy was almost gone.Once I’d said it, my body started to go transparent, and then it was gone.“Wren!”He woke up with a jolt.The front of his shirt was already wet.He reached over to the empty
That was the gift I’d prepared for him before the breakup.I never got the chance to give it to James.When I left, I put the box there, with one small, last hope: that one day he’d see it.If the landlord cleared it out and threw it away, that was fine too.James choked on a sob and wiped the album clean.He sat down hard on the floor, hugged it against his chest, and kept talking, half to himself.“Wren, you fool.”His fingertips moved over the cover.“Honestly, when I organized that reunion, I had this thought that if you came, maybe I’d get to look at you one more time.”“I miss you so much. Every day, every minute, every second of it.”“I don’t know why I’m this pathetic. You walked out on me so cleanly, and I still can’t let you go.”“Wren, I love you so much.”My soul was floating next to him, and suddenly something in my chest stabbed.I winced and sucked in a sharp breath.So even when you were dead, it could still hurt.I tried to touch his face, but my hand passed through ai
Those two sentences finished him.He’d been hating me, hard, that whole time.When he was unconscious, I had snuck in to see him.He was murmuring my name in his sleep.“Wren, don’t go. Wren.”“You’re so cruel. You’re just so cruel.”I stood next to him in sterile scrubs and watched his face. His brows were knotted tight, and there was a sheen of sweat at his temple.It was like a hand reached into my chest and tore something open.I told him in my head: James, if I can keep you alive this time, then we’re even.He got up slowly and walked with no direction.Sienna was panicking. She ran after him and threw her arms around him, but he shoved her off.She did it again, and he shoved her off again.Until he turned and roared, “Get away from me!”She froze. Tears dropped like a string of beads coming apart.The next day, he fired her from the company.Sienna clung to her office chair and wouldn’t let go. Security dragged her out by force.She was screaming, crying, clawing at the door, sp
I stood next to James and shook my head, but he couldn’t see it.The wind in the leaves was the only answer I could give him.“Let it go, James.”“If there’s a next life, it’d be better if we didn’t meet again.”“This one was too hard, too bitter.”I was talking to myself. If there really is another life, I’d rather be the wind around you, or a cloud, just there quietly. That would be enough.He left.He wandered the street with no purpose. A car came barreling toward him, and he didn’t move.“Watch where you’re going, you idiot!”The driver yelled out the window, but James didn’t even register him. He walked straight to a little cart on the corner selling caramel apples.I loved caramel apples.Because I always felt life was bitter, and when something tasted bitter, I would eat something sweet.He stood at the cart, staring at the rows of them on sticks, and said softly, “Wren loved strawberry.”“Ten strawberry caramel apples, please.”The vendor wrapped up ten.“Not enough. Ten’s not


















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