For Better or Hearse

by Ava Hunter

A glass of orange juice is dropped in front of her. “I didn’t order this,” she tells the waiter. “For you,” he says, nodding across the terrace. “From that man who just left.”

That’s what love is. An apparition. It exists, until it doesn’t.

Nathaniel angles closer, voice laced with humor. He grins, causing the

In life, everything ends. Especially love. It’s foolish trying to keep it.