Cheating Death:The Fall

I never thought my life would end like this—cold, drenched in the rain, and completely alone.

The day started with so much promise. I had everything planned out: a surprise gift, a romantic dinner at Du Cross, and maybe—just maybe—I'd work up the courage to ask Alice to move in with me.

Today wasn't just her birthday; it marked three years together. Three years of laughter, arguments, late-night conversations, and dreams of a future. I imagined her smile when she saw the engraved pen—a small symbol of our journey.

But reality shattered all those illusions.

I arrived at Du Cross five minutes early, heart pounding with anticipation. Then, I saw her. Alice stepped out of a sleek black car, her laughter ringing in the air. The man beside her—older, sharper—handed her a bouquet of white roses. White. Her favorite.

I froze as he leaned in, brushing a kiss against her forehead. My heart twisted into a knot of rage and hurt. I should've confronted her. I should've asked. Instead, I turned around and walked away.

By the time I reached my apartment, the sky had opened up, pouring sheets of rain down on me. I pulled out my phone to send her a text—to end everything—but the screen flickered and died in my hands.

Fitting. Even the universe wanted me to be alone.

When I finally made it home, the pain in my chest sharpened. My belongings were piled outside the door. An eviction notice flapped against the frame, soaked and curling at the edges.

I had lost everything. My home. My girlfriend. My dignity.

The world didn't need me. No one would miss me.

Without thinking, I walked to the balcony. The wind whipped against my face, but it couldn't numb the ache inside. I closed my eyes and stepped off the edge.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Peace. Then—darkness.