My Final Gift To Mr. Gomez: My Life At His Engagement Party

Synopsis

On the night Micah Gomez proposed to his true love, Annie Corbin, I stood on the thirty-third-floor terrace, clutching the diagnosis paper that confirmed my terminal stomach cancer. I watched him get down on one knee inside the room and slide the diamond ring that should have been mine onto another woman's finger. To avoid spoiling that perfect moment, I endured the sharp pain and hid outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Until Micah saw me. He showed no panic, no guilt. There was only pure disgust in his eyes. Micah pointed to the edge of the terrace with a sneer through the glass and mouthed to me, "Jump if you want. Don't put on a show to disgust us right now. "If you've got the guts to die, then I'll believe you weren't lying." In that instant, the last flicker of will to live inside me went out. I looked at Micah, the man I had loved for ten years, and finally smiled. It was a smile of letting go. I turned around and climbed over the railing. Micah, you were free. Here was your gift. Hope you could handle it.