1 Five years after our breakup, Harrison Chase was worth billions and had a beautiful fiancée. At a reunion, someone brought me up. “Elara never comes to these things. What’s she so busy with?” “Hah. She’s busy hitting on rich guys at 30,000 feet.” “...On a plane?” “Yep. She’s a flight attendant for Crestview. I saw her on a flight. You should have seen the way she smiled at the business-class guys. So fake.” “Seriously? A flight attendant? Figures. She always loved money.” At the head of the table, Harrison, who hadn't spoken, squinted. His hand clenched into a fist. “A flight attendant?” “Yeah, Harrison. After all these years, you’re not still hung up on her, are you?” He reached over and took his fiancée’s hand. The massive diamond on her finger blinded everyone in the room. “Forgot her ages ago. My wedding is next month. You’re all invited.” The table erupted in congratulations. Only I, floating in the corner, looked down. 2 It’s been a year since I died. The old class group chat organized a reunion. The moment they heard Harrison Chase—the tech billionaire—was attending, the chat exploded. Thirty different profile pictures, all active. Only mine was grayed out, silent at the bottom of the list. I’m dead, after all. I can’t use a phone anymore. The empty apartment was just as I’d left it. On my desk, my old anti-cancer meds were still sitting there. On the day of the reunion, I drifted over. It was a huge private room at a seven-star hotel. I floated around, looking at everyone. Finally, the last person arrived. I held my breath. That tall frame, the long legs… it was Harrison. He was wearing a bespoke European suit—understated, but impeccably tailored. I stared, mesmerized. A second later, a beautiful woman appeared at the door and took his arm. “Harrison, are these all your old classmates?” My breath hitched. At the party, everyone was drinking, laughing, and networking, but mostly, they were all trying to get close to Harrison. Suddenly, someone scanned the room. “Is Elara the only one who didn't show?” “Please. She vanished after graduation. Who knows what she’s up to.” “Even Harrison, a literal tech god, shows up on TV now and then. She’s the real mystery. Probably married some rich guy and became a trophy wife.” The gossip flew. Finally, the class social chair, Liv, who hadn't said a word, took a sip of her wine. “Trophy wife? More like serving trophy wives. She’s a flight attendant for Crestview Air. Busy as hell.” Liv was beautiful, married to some minor tech exec. I’d served her and her husband on a flight about a year ago. “You’ve seen her?” Everyone was curious now. “A flight attendant? That’s one way to meet rich guys. She’s a quick thinker, I’ll give her that.” “Crestview? How come I’ve never seen her?” “Crestview is famous for having the most gorgeous crews.” “I’ll have to book a flight with them sometime…” As they talked, I looked over at Harrison. He was silent, his expression dark. The hand resting on the arm of his chair was clenched so tight the veins were popping. The class president, sitting next to him, saw his fist and quickly signaled for everyone to shut up. He raised his glass to Harrison. “To Harrison. Some people just aren’t worth remembering.” Harrison didn’t move. He just sat there, frozen. The whole room held its breath. Beside him, his beautiful fiancée looked uncomfortable. She gently placed her hand on his. A few seconds later, he snapped out of it. He picked up his glass and touched it to the president’s. “Forgot her ages ago.” He took a sip of wine, then covered her hand with his. “I have good news. My wedding is next month. I hope you all can come.” 3 That night, I drifted aimlessly through the city. I was exhausted. I floated back to my apartment. A light was on. Strange. It was Sarah. My best friend. She had a bucket of water and was cleaning my apartment. My old phone was on the table, plugged in. She worked in silence. My eyes burned. Suddenly, my phone buzAzed. She put down the mop and picked it up. It was the class group chat. “Mr. Chase, what’s the exact date for the wedding? And where’s the venue?” Someone else posted a photo from the party. Harrison and his fiancée, Tessa, sitting together. “Look at them! A perfect match. So beautiful.” “A thousand times better than someone we know. All looks, no substance.” Thud. Sarah’s hand trembled, and the phone fell to the floor. She slowly sank to her knees, covered her face, and started to sob. She opened my photo album, her fingers tracing my smiling face. “You idiot,” she whispered. “He’s getting married. Did you know? And you… you were whispering his name right up until the end.” Sarah turned off the phone and went back to cleaning. When she left, she took my phone with her. I didn't understand. I followed her back to her apartment. Being alone in that empty place was unbearable. The only thing I looked forward to was Sarah visiting once a month, charging my phone. When it lit up with notifications, I could read them. It was my only connection. My only entertainment, now that I was dead. 4 Sarah was poor, even more so than I was. She was a single mom. Her daughter had a congenital heart defect. She put the phone down and went to put her daughter to bed. I couldn’t sleep. I floated around her apartment. Finally, a screen lit up. It was my phone. A news alert. I froze at the headline. #Aura Dynamics CEO in Late-Night Accident on I-5, Vehicle Strikes Guardrail# Harrison was the CEO of Aura Dynamics. The accident was on the freeway, near the bridge. Was he hurt? I didn't wait. I flew, as fast as my spirit could move, toward the bridge. The section of the freeway was blocked off. A mangled Maybach was crumpled against the guardrail. My heart (or what was left of it) pounded. I phased through the crowd, looking for him. He wasn't there. I was frantic. “Mr. Harrison, your arm is bleeding. I’m taking you to the hospital.” I spun around. He was sitting on the pavement, away from the wreck. His arm was hanging at his side, blood dripping from his knuckles. It hurt to see. He didn't say a word. He just got into the car that had arrived for him.

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