Loving Him Was My Execution
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The day I got married in May, I saw a glitch in the air.
A line of floating text, shimmering like a live-stream comment, drifted across my vision:
[The bride is going to die today!]
I blinked, my heart hammering against my ribs, assuming it was a migraine hallucination brought on by the stress of the wedding. I brushed it off.
But the moment the reception ended and I stepped out of the hotel, a car appeared out of nowhere. The impact sent me flying. As the world blurred into a haze of red and asphalt, I saw another message hovering above the pavement:
