[First-Person Absurd, Angsty Short Story | Amnesia | Reconciliation After a Breakup]
He loves me. I know that, so I crushed his dignity underfoot, then gave it a good stomp. I wanted him to hate me, so that even if I died, all he would say was, "Good riddance."
But I didn't die.
When I woke up, a handsome man was standing by my hospital bed.
Oh my...
The handsome man said he was my husband.
Huh? I married that well?
My handsome husband is perfect in every way, except he won't let me leave the house.
Sigh.
[An adult love story! Super sweet!]
Theme: If you're sick, you need treatment
If there are bugs or semantic errors in this chapter, I won't change it. I entered the high school twice and it made me terrified.