After she helped her childhood friend celebrate his birthday, I chose to leave.

In the three days before I left this world, I decided to be the perfect husband Amelia wanted. I stopped getting jealous of her childhood sweetheart, Ethan, and stopped fighting with her about her late nights out.

On the first day, she scoffed, "Took you long enough. Everyone's happier this way."

On the second day, she looked at me with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Mark," she asked, her voice filled with disbelief, "why aren't you mad?"

I smiled faintly. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

On the third day, she sobbed into her phone, begging me to come home, sounding like a lost child. But I couldn't go back.