A Love Betrayed, A Future Reclaimed

The phone buzzed, pulling me from a complex guitar passage.

It was Jake' s assistant, frantic: "There' s been an accident. Jake' s at St. Mary' s. He needs a transfusion. You' re the only match."

My world tilted.

I raced to the hospital, heart hammering, and gave my blood, my love, to save him.

An hour later, Jake' s assistant reappeared, looking annoyed.

"It was just a prank," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Jake' s fine. He' s at a party."

My blood ran cold.

I found my discarded blood, half-full, tossed like garbage, next to a service exit.

Then I heard laughter.