I Was Dead While They Cut the Cake

While I bled to death locked in a storage room, my fiancé Adrian was holding my sister's hand, comforting her. He hung up on my final call for help, leaving only a voicemail: "If anything happens to Lena, the engagement is off." My sister once said her birthday wish had always been for me to disappear. That night, her wish came true early. But my soul never left. I watched everyone gather around her, singing happy birthday. As she blew out the candles, I whispered in her ear: "Enjoy it while it lasts. This will be your last birthday."