My soul, released from my body, appeared beside Clara after my death.
Clara was anxiously calling another man's name.
"James, does your eye still hurt?"
"Don't worry, I'll be here with you."
My heart felt like it plummeted to the bottom of my stomach.
I was her husband, but even after I was gone, she was still devoted to James, the one who had walked away.
James' voice was weak, barely a whisper. "I'm fine," he rasped, "Go check on Ethan and thank him for me. I don't know what I would've done without him."
My life was less important than James' physical recovery.
But James had left her the day before their wedding, and she was the one who had asked me to marry her.
My long-held crush culminated in marriage, yet after three years, I failed to capture her heart. It couldn't compete with her first love.

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