Seven Days of Goodbye
Dead on impact.
The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye.
When I came back, it was already dark.
I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting.
But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window—
Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side.
Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.