I Loved a Coward Who Let Me Die
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My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.
A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.
I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.
Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.
She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.
I was the only one who got out to help her.
Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.
I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.
After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.
The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.
My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.
When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.
A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.
I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.
Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.
She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.
I was the only one who got out to help her.
Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.
I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.
After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.
The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.
My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.
When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

















































