My Fatal Graduation Trip
Language: en
On the third day of our college graduation trip, our off-road vehicle suddenly broke down in the unforgiving heart of the Sahara Desert. Right before I lost consciousness, I wrote a suicide note to my parents: "Drink my blood. It will buy you a few more days." Then, I slashed my wrist and filled three empty water bottles to the brim with my own blood. After I died, my soul floated 5,000 feet into the air. Inside the luxurious cabin of a private jet, there was no blistering sun, only the crisp, refreshing chill of the air conditioning. Liam, my childhood sweetheart—who had supposedly…