His Last Regret: Unmade

The city festival lights blurred, then the world exploded into screams and dust.

Liam was on top of me, saving me again, for the third time.

But this time, his last words, choked out with blood, were not what I expected.

"If only... I had never met you."

Ten years of a cold marriage, of my unrequited love, ended with that brutal, devastating line.

At his funeral, his mother’s sharp voice cut through my grief: "He died because of you. Always you."

The whispers followed me out of the church, society agreeing I was the reason Liam Walker, the city’s golden boy, was dead at thirty-three.