How Does 'Wish You Were Here' End?

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot the comment and send it straight to Andrew. Instead of explaining himself, he turns it around on me. "You know exactly why I didn't tell you. Gwen's in a really bad place right now. What am I supposed to do, stand back and watch her ruin her life? "The second I show her even a little kindness, you get jealous. Joyce, you really haven't changed at all." Before I can answer, he hangs up on me. I pull up Gwen's social media feed again, and this time, I notice what I missed before. Her first post is from the new restaurant I've told Andrew countless times I want to try with him. The second is from the movie we made plans to see a month ago. I keep scrolling. Everything I'd been looking forward to doing with Andrew, every plan he'd backed out of with one excuse after another, is right there in Gwen's photos. My vision blurs with tears. I reach into the trash, pull out the five-year exchange agreement for Caldria I tossed away moments ago, and sign my name. Once I'm gone, they won't have to lie to me anymore.

At senior prom, Celeste Bell asked me in front of half the school if she could have the first dance with my boyfriend. Nico Moretti didn't wait for my answer. He removed the white orchid I'd pinned to his tuxedo and replaced it with the red boutonniere she'd made for him. I didn't argue or cry. I simply stepped aside and let them take the center of the dance floor. Ten minutes later, Nico texted that Celeste had lost her father and was caring for a mother with multiple sclerosis. He told me to quit making a big deal out of nothing. If I kept acting this jealous, he said, he wouldn't introduce me as his girlfriend when we got to Columbia. I read the message and smiled, because he had no idea I'd already turned down Columbia and accepted a full ride at the University of Washington. In a few weeks, on his eighteenth birthday, I would leave Boston for the other side of the country. Nico Moretti had always believed he could push me as far as he wanted and I'd still come back. What he never understood was that once a quiet girl finally walks away, she rarely bothers with a goodbye.

Zach Lawson was one of the novel's male leads. He was supposed to be deeply loyal and devoted to the female protagonist. But somehow, he fell in love with me—an insignificant supporting character. The system decided that he had swerved too far away from the plot and killed him off with a car crash. I made a deal with the system and revived him in exchange for my chance to return to the real world. His legs were useless after the revival, so I took him everywhere just to find a cure. I stayed with him during his recovery, and I did not leave while he worked his way back up. During the company's celebratory event, a reporter asked him what his drive for success was. He smiled gently. "Someone I owe my life to." The edges of my eyes went red, but then I realized he was not looking at me. It was on a woman in the first row, who was wiping her tears away. This novel's female protagonist. The crowd applauded. A system notification popped up. "Five years have passed. The promise is fulfilled. Will you return to the real world?" I looked at him. He was walking toward Rainie Quinton. "What happens after I leave?" "He'll be killed off, like he was supposed to be." "I see," I said. Then I thought, 'I'm leaving, Zach. And this time, it's for real.'

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

The day I find out my wife, Astrid Miller, has cheated on me while pregnant with my child, I begin to suffer from depression. The 99th time I take the pill, hoping to end my life, my baby daughter, Naomi Sage, wails in her stroller. My buddy, Ethan Wilde, digs the pill out from my throat. When Astrid sends me to the ER, she makes me a promise out of sheer guilt. "Charlie, I want you to write down a wish for every single day you remain alive. When you finally get better, I'll grant all your wishes." The day I write down my 1000th wish, the psychiatric hospital releases me. Elated, I go home early to surprise my family, only to find my wedding photo has been replaced with a wall of unfamiliar pictures. Ethan, Astrid, and Naomi smile and pose like a happy family of three in those travel photographs. Beneath an empty frame, a caption reads, "Wonderland". I log into my burner account to browse Ethan's TikTok. The latest video is taken in Wonderland. "This is the last time I'll spend time with you and Naomi. I hope we can be a proper family in our next lives." The comments are filled with lament. There are mutual friends of ours, a colleague of mine… At the bottom is Astrid. "Ethan, thank you for providing me a safe space to breathe in these last three years. If we meet again in our next lives, I hope you'll be my husband." My fingers are trembling as I tap into Ethan's main profile. Thousands of other videos alike fill the screen. For more than three years, he has never once been absent from Astrid and Naomi's lives. I quietly take out my wish list. I erase the last entry, "Being with you forever," and replace it with "I hope you get what you want." Astrid doesn't need to wait for this life to end. Ethan can easily replace me and step up as the better husband and father now. The only catch is that I'll be the first to leave.

Once upon a time, Kayla thought she and Winston would be together until the day they died. She would never have expected them to take separate paths so soon. After retrieving her diagnosis report, she sees him holding another woman in his arms. A final tear trickles down her face. She's tired and doesn't want to use whatever time she has left to argue with him. She makes the arrangements for everything that will happen after her death. Then, she prepares a final gift for Winston. From this day onward, she'll leave for the afterworld while he remains on Earth. They won't see each other again.