I never imagined Jack would leave me for another woman.
I remember the anger in his eyes before he walked out, telling me that Lucy was different from me.
She had no one here, but how was I any different?
I only had Jack, and yet he abandoned me too.
The day my mother died, he promised me he would never leave me alone, never leave me behind.
But now, my only source of support was gone.
He had left me for someone else.
Today, he shattered every promise he’d ever made.
I changed out of my wedding dress and bid farewell to my friends.
Sitting alone in a small pavilion in the forest, I gazed out at the still waters of the man-made lake. I opened the wooden box that held the fireflies.
As soon as they were freed, they lit up their emerald tails and soared into the open sky, free at last.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and when they reached my lips, they tasted salty.
Jack had prepared these fireflies, saying, “When the wedding is over, we’ll release them together. It’ll be so romantic.”
Yes, it truly would have been romantic. But now, I was the only one left to witness it.
We met here, on this very mountain, because of the fireflies. And ironically, it seems our story ends here too.