The night before our wedding, Liam suddenly sent me a text: [Pick a number between 1 and 365.] I picked 287. That was the exact number of days from the moment we first met to the day we officially started dating. The next second, he replied: [Then for the next 287 days, I'm going to completely ignore you.] I froze for a moment, thinking it was just a bad joke. Until the next day at the wedding venue. I stood there from early afternoon until midnight. My feet swelled until they turned purple, but he never showed up. In a panic, I finally told my family about the text message "game." My mother listened, her eyes filling with deep disappointment. "Chloe, Liam is just trying to test your patience. Why couldn't you just play along with him?" My father chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Liam is a good kid. Chloe, you need to seriously reflect on your behavior." My younger brother shook his head in disgust. "God, you're so useless, Clara." Even my best friend, Maya, sighed heavily over the phone. "You have such an incredible man, and you can't even hold onto him? You're being so stupid." Because of their words, I spiraled into a deep, agonizing state of self-doubt, eventually falling into severe clinical depression. On the 286th day of losing contact with Liam, I was hit by a semi-truck. I died on the street, still out looking for him. When my family went to the morgue to claim my body, my brother suddenly spoke up: "Mom... should we tell Liam that Clara died?" My mother’s eyes were completely red from crying. But the words that came out of her mouth made my soul shiver. "No. It's bad luck." "Maya just found out she's pregnant with Liam's baby. We can't let this upset her." ...
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