She Cloned Her First Love, So I Stopped Waiting for Her

The day of my wedding, my girlfriend, Sherry Jennings, asked me to wait another three weeks for her.

It seemed that she had used half her cells to clone her first love so that the dead man would have no regrets in life. The clone only had three weeks to live.

During the first week, she beat her fear of heights to go on a Ferris wheel with him, holding him close at the top.

During the second week, she used up all her savings to take him to see the aurora and immortalize their love.