To Renna Rose Lancaster, Aadam Callahan was her first taste of magic-the boy who made her world feel livelier, brighter, like anything was possible. Together they crafted a bond that felt unbreakable-a universe where dreams were shared under starlit...
"Tell me why are we still friends ? When everything says we should be more than we are"
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I've always believed there are moments in life when the universe conspires to humble you. Today, that lesson arrived in the form of a fractured arm, a hospital bed, and an entire crew gathered around me like they were attending my roast instead of a minor medical emergency.
Pain. White-hot, bone-deep, and nagging like a bad joke that wouldn't stop punching me in the gut. My arm was tucked into a sling, propped awkwardly against my chest.
To make matters worse, the damn sunflowers-the very reason I was in this situation-sat wilting in the corner. Rose's going to either laugh or cry when she sees them.
Probably laugh.Or worse, cry. God, I can't handle her crying.
I winced as the pain in my arm flared up again.
Sweetheart, you better appreciate these because I'm pretty sure I've sacrificed my dignity-and my arm-for your forgiveness.
Fantastic.
What a bloody legend.
"Mate, this is gold. Absolute gold." Cameron's voice, as usual, grated on my nerves. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his grin so wide it was a wonder his face didn't split in two. "You've got to admit, this is next-level simp behavior. Proper Romeo and Juliet shit, mate. Except, you know, Juliet's not gonna be too thrilled her Romeo's now got a broken wing."
"Shut up," I muttered, glaring at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the pale, sweaty mess I'd become.
My whole body ached from the fall, but my pride? That was in tatters. The slightest movement made my arm throb, but no way was I letting him see how much pain I was in.
Of all the days to crash and burn-literally.
"Nah, you shut up," he shot back, as he got more animated. "You fell off your bike for sunflowers. SUNFLOWERS, Aadam. Not even roses or something fancy. If Renna doesn't forgive you, I might dump Isla and date you myself for the entertainment value."
"Oi!" Isla piped up from her spot on the chair next to him. "Keep dreaming, Cam. You're barely tolerable as it is."
"Barely tolerable?" he clutched his chest dramatically. "And here I thought I was the love of your life."
"Not if you keep annoying Aadam like that," she replied sweetly, then turned to me. "You okay, Aadam? Need me to whack him for you?"
"I'll take a rain check," I muttered, leaning back against the pillows. "Right now, I'm just trying to survive without throttling him."
"Throttling me with what, mate?" Cameron cut in, gesturing at my sling. "Your good arm? Please, you'd pass out halfway through."
Freya, sitting cross-legged next to Isla, chimed in, her eyes dancing with mischief. "You know, if you'd called us, we could've saved you all this trouble. Isla and I could've picked out flowers that wouldn't have landed you in A&E."
