My Reserved Seat is No Longer Yours

I have a habit.

Whenever I eat, watch a movie, or take a cab, I always leave an empty seat next to me.

I used to believe that Austin would suddenly show up in my city and give me a surprise.

But during our three years of long-distance relationship, he never came. Not once.

So, I ended up doing everything alone—trying on wedding dresses, booking the venue, running myself ragged until my body finally broke down.

With trembling hands, I sent him a Snapchat message.

[I have a fever. It's 102°F, and I don't have any medicine at home.]

He didn't reply until half an hour later.

[And?]