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On the third day after my death, the police dialed Vivienne's number: "This is the forensics department of the police station. Our condolences, the body matches your boyfriend's description..."
She was lounging in her new lover's arms, eating cherries. Her languid voice came through, wrapped in static.
"Fintan? We broke up ages ago. Just cremate him or whatever."
As the incinerator consumed the last bit of my skin, the on-duty officer called again.
"Miss Langdon, we need a family member to sign for the urn."
"What a hassle." She rushed to the funeral home, trampling on my ashes, her crystal nails tapping on the ceramic container.
The next moment, she actually scattered my ashes!
"Still putting on an act, aren't you? Aren't you tired?"

Ex-girlfriend Scattered My Ashes

It was pouring that day. Her freshly done manicure left three bloody scratches on my arm as she said the sight of me made her sick.


Britta suddenly laughed out loud: "From the day you burst into my house looking for Fintan, he's been right here."


She pointed in my direction, "Every day, following you, watching you being lovey-dovey with Levi, watching you say your vows in a wedding dress—oh, and when you scattered the ashes, he was right there beside you."


Vivienne stumbled back two steps. The ocean breeze blew her neatly styled hair loose, strands clinging to her deathly pale face.


"Impossible..." her voice trembled, "He was stone-cold dead..."


Britta wiped blood from the corner of her mouth, "At the funeral, you wouldn't even let us display a photo. Why act all heartbroken now?"


She suddenly turned to wink at me, "Oh, and Fintan asked me to pass on a message."


Chapter 10