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I snickered and closed the livestream. There was no need to watch further—it was obvious William would accept his first love's proposal.
As expected, just before I boarded my flight, Lilah sent a message.
[You lost, loser.]
I hesitated, then replied, [Expect a surprise when the time is right.]
I then turned off my phone, boarded the plane, and slept soundly for the entire journey.
Upon reactivating my phone, it buzzed incessantly with William's messages.
[I only said yes to save her. We'll separate once she recovers.]
[Emberly, please wait for me. You're the one I truly love.]
Meanwhile, Lilah sent her wedding invitation.
My former self would have been crushed. Perhaps even envious.
But not anymore.
This Florida trip was genuinely for travel. I came to see Will.
He had adored the state's landscapes while alive, and following his passing, his parents honored his wish to be buried here.
At his resting place, I set down flowers and cleaned his photograph.