I checked my phone again—5:47 PM.The candles were already lit—thirteen of them, one for each year we'd been together. The hotel suite looked perfect. I'd spent three hours getting it right, draping fairy lights across the curtains, scattering rose petals on the bed, setting up his favorite wine. The food I'd cooked myself was staying warm in the containers I'd brought. Pasta carbonara. The first thing I'd ever made for him that didn't turn out like garbage.My hands were shaking as I smoothed down my red dress. The one he'd bought me on our fifth anniversary. Back when he still noticed what I wore.I texted him: I'm here. Can't wait to see you.Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.On my way. Be there by 6.I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. My heart was doing that stupid thing where it beat too fast, like I was some teenager waiting for her crush. God, I was pathetic. But today had to be different. Today was ours.Six o'clock came.Then six-thirty.I called. It ran
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