Done With This Love
On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages.
"System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world."
The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting.
"Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week."
I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back.
In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.