Run Away to the Ends of the Earth
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On the week of my wedding, my fiancé kissed his long-lost love in the pouring rain.
Everyone thought I—the replacement who clawed her way out of the gutter—should bow out quietly.
So did I. That's how I ended up on the ledge of London Bridge.
The one who pulled me back was a stranger in a ridiculous bear costume. "You'd die for a man like that?" she said. "Why not run away with me instead?"
I took her hand. I still don't know why.
We fled to the Swiss Alps, to a silence so pure it felt like the edge of the world. I thought I was finally safe.
Then the avalanche hit.
She shoved me onto a rock with all her strength and looked back at me, smiling through the blizzard.
"Promise me," were the last words I heard before the snow swallowed her, "you'll see what the ends of the earth really look like."
Everyone thought I—the replacement who clawed her way out of the gutter—should bow out quietly.
So did I. That's how I ended up on the ledge of London Bridge.
The one who pulled me back was a stranger in a ridiculous bear costume. "You'd die for a man like that?" she said. "Why not run away with me instead?"
I took her hand. I still don't know why.
We fled to the Swiss Alps, to a silence so pure it felt like the edge of the world. I thought I was finally safe.
Then the avalanche hit.
She shoved me onto a rock with all her strength and looked back at me, smiling through the blizzard.
"Promise me," were the last words I heard before the snow swallowed her, "you'll see what the ends of the earth really look like."