“Fletcher, it’s not that I don’t want you to remember her, but have you forgotten? She walked out on you at your lowest point and took every cent you had left to save your life. She doesn’t deserve forgiveness!”
Her eyes were wet with tears threatening to spill.
“Have you forgotten what you said to me five years ago when you woke up? You told me you’d forget that woman—and marry me.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
Fletcher’s brows furrowed slightly.
“I know when I had nothing, you emptied your savings for my treatment… you even gave me your bone marrow. I promise I will marry you. It’s just…” he faltered, voice low, “I still don’t understand why Ashley was so ruthless. Why she just… left without a word.”
Watching the pain and confusion knot his face, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
But I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him the truth.
Because I was already dead.
All I could do was cling to my resentment, using the faint thread of awareness I had left to watch it all unfold.
That night, I saw Fletcher take out the necklace he’d had made for me five years ago and fasten it gently around June’s neck.
Then he pulled her close—and kissed her.