of antiseptic. A doctor with kind eyes told me I had severe alcohol poisoning

ospital corridor, my head pounding. As I passed a pr

ll, velvet box. Inside, a diamond ring glittered un

eaming

ice thick with a tenderness he hadn't shown me

cold clinic, the condescending nurse, and Ethan' s voice on the phone, telling me a child would derail his career. That

nd before a sly, cruel smile touched her lips.

spilling the sticky brown liquid all over her shirt. "My out

with rage when he saw me. He didn't even as

," he demanded, his v

im, uncompreh

the designer leather jacket I' d saved for months to buy-th

ront of all of them, he reached out, grabbed the lapels of my jacket,

thin, worn-out t-shirt. He walked back to M

y actually looks good in this. You," he shot a venomous

ead of hope, of love, of the girl who tho

empty gurney, pulled the thin, coarse hospital blanke

e first time ever, when my phone rang with Ethan's name on the screen, I ignored it. I kept walking until I foun