2026-03-04
Give Me Back My Oxygen
The airplane jerked violently, the oxygen mask slipping off. My fiance, Eli Wayne, ripped off my mask and shoved it onto Sarah Cruise, who was trembling right beside me. "Holly," he said, his gaze cold and merciless, "You're much stronger than she is. I believe you'll make it through this." The suffocating grip of near death squeezed my throat, while out of the corner of my eye, they were just kissing, lost in each other, while all hell broke loose around us. So all these three years of engagement were just my own wishful thinking. Before I lost consciousness, I used my last bit of strength to blindly type a message: "Seward Perez, if we ever meet again, let's be...