Don't Stay in the Winter for Me

Summary

We were filming a high-stakes reality special—the kind where celebrities are forced into "vulnerable" moments for the sake of ratings.

The host, a man with a smile as polished as his veneers, leaned forward. "Imagine this is the end. If you could only leave one letter before you died, what would you write?"

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped the pen. I stared at the blank stationery, the studio lights hot against my neck, and wrote down three wishes.

When it was my turn to share, I stood up, my voice a brittle thread. "First... I wish for everyone to forget me."