A Late Confession to the Dead Me

Synopsis

As my life was being brutally stripped away piece by piece, I used the last ounce of my strength to call Jack. Just as my consciousness began to fade, he finally answered. His voice was dripping with impatience. "What do you want now?" "Jack, help..." I couldn't finish before he cut me off. "Why is there always something with you? Tonight is Anna's ballet finals. If you dare show up and ruin this, I'll have you thrown out of California!" He hung up without a second of hesitation. Unable to endure the agonizing pain any longer, I closed my eyes forever, a single tear slipping down my cheek. You don't have to throw me out, Jack. I'm already dead.