, I died with a

antic waters of the Hamptons. She did it the day she heard the news. Ryan, her first love, the one she never go

nd a year later, I followed her. A quiet overdo

I wo

om me was Nicole Anderson, her beautiful face tight with indecision. This was the moment. The moment she was supposed t

would support her dreams, that I would be whatever she needed. She

licker of longing for him. The old wound in my che

words as before, "Caleb, I...

er. I gave her a small, tire

nfused. "What

e to think this hard about choosing me, then yo

e me. She just stood up, whispered a faint "I'm sorry," and walked out of the coffee shop. I watc

The life I had with her, the seven years of sacrifice,

ot looking back. This time, I