Part 2The Grayed-Out Profile

It’s been a year since I died.

The old class group chat organized a reunion. The moment they heard Harrison Chase—the tech billionaire—was attending, the chat exploded.

Thirty different profile pictures, all active.

Only mine was grayed out, silent at the bottom of the list.

I’m dead, after all. I can’t use a phone anymore.

The empty apartment was just as I’d left it. On my desk, my old anti-cancer meds were still sitting there.

On the day of the reunion, I drifted over.

It was a huge private room at a seven-star hotel. I floated around, looking at everyone. Finally, the last person arrived.

I held my breath. That tall frame, the long legs… it was Harrison. He was wearing a bespoke European suit—understated, but impeccably tailored. I stared, mesmerized.

A second later, a beautiful woman appeared at the door and took his arm.

“Harrison, are these all your old classmates?”

My breath hitched.

At the party, everyone was drinking, laughing, and networking, but mostly, they were all trying to get close to Harrison.

Suddenly, someone scanned the room. “Is Elara the only one who didn't show?”

“Please. She vanished after graduation. Who knows what she’s up to.”

“Even Harrison, a literal tech god, shows up on TV now and then. She’s the real mystery. Probably married some rich guy and became a trophy wife.”

The gossip flew.

Finally, the class social chair, Liv, who hadn't said a word, took a sip of her wine.

“Trophy wife? More like serving trophy wives. She’s a flight attendant for Crestview Air. Busy as hell.”

Liv was beautiful, married to some minor tech exec. I’d served her and her husband on a flight about a year ago.

“You’ve seen her?” Everyone was curious now.

“A flight attendant? That’s one way to meet rich guys. She’s a quick thinker, I’ll give her that.”

“Crestview? How come I’ve never seen her?”

“Crestview is famous for having the most gorgeous crews.”

“I’ll have to book a flight with them sometime…”

As they talked, I looked over at Harrison. He was silent, his expression dark. The hand resting on the arm of his chair was clenched so tight the veins were popping.

The class president, sitting next to him, saw his fist and quickly signaled for everyone to shut up. He raised his glass to Harrison.

“To Harrison. Some people just aren’t worth remembering.”

Harrison didn’t move. He just sat there, frozen.

The whole room held its breath.

Beside him, his beautiful fiancée looked uncomfortable. She gently placed her hand on his.

A few seconds later, he snapped out of it. He picked up his glass and touched it to the president’s.

“Forgot her ages ago.”

He took a sip of wine, then covered her hand with his.

“I have good news. My wedding is next month. I hope you all can come.”