While He Saved Her, I Died in the Dark

The elevator cable snapped. The sudden weightlessness slammed me hard against the metal wall.

Suffocating from my failing heart, I gasped for air. Instinctively, I dialed my boyfriend, Ethan’s, number.

Busy. Then, he hung up.

A second later, a photo popped up on my Snapchat: "Chloe sprained her ankle. I’m at the ER getting her checked out."

In the five years we lived together, my weak heart sent me to the ER fifty-six times.

Every single time I called him in a panic, his response was always the same:

"Chloe needs me right now. I'll help her out first, then come find you."