s under a brilliant, c

back of a vintage convertible, the white silk of the torn dress poo

catching my eye in

smile. "

ows. My soul will be pulled back to my own reality, leaving this body behind. To everyone here, it will look like Gabby

ean. It

cession of cars, with Ethan in the lead car just ahead of u

lead car scree

es into the middle of the road,

Ann

e looks like a damsel in distress from an old

t, his tuxedo pristine, his face etched with alarm. He doesn' t lo

has eyes

yells, run

ocession without a second thought. He holds her close, murmur

I'm here. I'l

y from the chapel, away from me. The guests are frozen, the

nder his breath. "What

se. He' s taking a bullet-a metaphorical one this time-for h

rce. A sharp, unbearable pain explodes in my

e echoes in my mind

rauma threshold exceeded. Progress reset to

e in my mouth. A trickle of blood runs from the corner of my

rantic gaze finally landing on my car. His face, just moments ago filled with conc