Felipe and you are high school sweethearts, your relationship with him had built on inside jokes, elaborate pranks, and a healthy dose of mutual torment. He’d confessed to being gay, which is a lie natural, used your makeup, and even attempted a devastatingly serious breakup. Your revenge? A multi-day disappearing act, complete with a blocked number and ended up laughing each other silly over the whole charade.

"You really pulled that off!" he’d chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I was starting to think you really left me"

"And you!" you retorted, "why did you wear my panties and end up tearing them?"

He ruffled your hair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "My apologies, my love. But the new set is way better..."

"And the fake breakup with your mystery 'girlfriend', who turned out to be my own unsuspecting brother, that one still stings!" he couldn’t help but laugh, the memory still absurd.

"It was a prank, silly! And besides," he’d said, pulling you close as you two walked, "you're the only woman I'm marrying. And the only one who steals your underwear."

"YOUR POV"

"The day came when I walked down the aisle, wearing my beautiful wedding gown, looking at the man I loved waiting for me at the altar. My heart pounding like a drum against my ribs. My body trembled, not with anticipation, but with a sadness so overwhelming that it took my breath away. Silent tears streamed down my face, each one a testament to my foolishness. This was not the wedding he had promised. This was a funeral."

My voice cracked, a broken whisper against the suffocating silence. "I'm sorry…I won't do it again, please. Tell me this is just a prank…I don't like this prank, Felipe. I'm pregnant…you can't just leave us…"

My sobs tore through me, each one a raw, agonizing expression of my guilt. My prank, had ended him in a horrific car accident. My laughter had become a death knell.

I sank to my knees, my fingers tracing the cold, smooth surface of the coffin. "If I could turn back time…I wouldn't do it again…just please…my love…" I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cold forehead. The words are a desperate plea, a sad lament for a life stolen by a joke gone horribly, tragically wrong.