Roy created a peaceful existence away from the anguish that had once crushed him ten years after Jen disappeared on their wedding day. But everything he believed to be true starts to fall apart when a single letter appears in her recognisable handwriting. And what truth may break him again?
I can still clearly recall my initial impression of Jen. It was a warm September afternoon in a packed corridor during sophomore year. In front of me, she dropped a whole stack of books, and I knelt down to assist her in picking them up.
Her smile was like a punch to me when she looked up. It was warm, gentle, and almost bashful.
She murmured, “Thanks,” and brushed her hair behind her ear. “I swear, gravity hates me.”
I chuckled. “Good thing I’m around to keep you upright.”
Something sank inside me as she flushed. That day, I came to believe in love at first sight, even though I didn’t at the time. After grabbing coffee, we talked for hours on end and were already planning for the following day by the end of the evening. We never parted after that.
The four years passed quickly. We cooked inexpensive dinners in small flats, battled over little matters, made up over pizza at midnight, murmured dreams into each other’s necks, and studied together.
On a chilly December evening, just outside the library where we had our first meaningful chat, I proposed to her. I felt she was rejecting me because of how much she sobbed.
She muttered, “Yes, Roy. Of course yes,” and gave me such a passionate hug that I thought my heart could explode.
