Don't Marry Me This Time

Summary

After his "Perfect Ghost" died, Nate Harrison spent ten years hating me.

I spent those years trying to win him back, piece by piece, only to be met with his icy sneer. "If you really want to please me, Evie," he’d say, his voice a serrated blade, "do the world a favor and stop breathing."

It was a phantom pain, a dull ache I’d learned to live with—until the night the world actually ended. When the burning rafters of our estate came crashing down, Nate didn't run. He didn't save himself. He threw his body over mine, absorbing the fire and the weight of the collapsing roof to keep me alive.