What happens when a young woman, cursed with the tragic fate that every man she fells in love with dies, falls hard for a childhood friend?
"Forget me... just leave me alone . I can't love you...you'll die because of me," she sobbed, her voice tr...
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I had my breakfast at the café, sipping on coffee while trying to push away the frustration from last night. Despite the peaceful morning, my mind wouldn't quiet down, replaying the argument with Aaron in my head. I couldn't shake the heavy feeling that had settled in my chest. Once I finished, I drove to my office, hoping that work would distract me from the storm of emotions swirling inside.
As I stepped into my office, something immediately caught my eye—a massive bouquet sitting on my desk, an explosion of delicate, white tulips. For a brief moment, I felt a flicker of warmth. White tulips. My favorite. The soft petals, their familiar scent, stirred something inside me. I walked over, lifting them gently, letting the fragrance wash over me as if it could erase the tension in my heart.
But then, tucked between the flowers, I saw the card. My heart sank as I pulled it out and read the name.
"From Aaron." "Sorry."
The warmth vanished, replaced by a sharp sting of anger and disbelief. Of course, it was him. He thought that this would fix everything? That a few pretty flowers and a single word could somehow undo all the damage? My fingers tightened around the bouquet as the frustration bubbled up inside me. I dropped the flowers back onto the desk, the disappointment heavy in my chest.
I couldn't stand to look at them anymore.
I picked up the phone and called for the maid. "Come in and take these flowers away," I said flatly. The maid seemed confused but complied without question. As soon as the door closed behind her, I sank into my chair, staring at the empty spot where the bouquet had been. Why can't he just leave me alone?
The rest of the day dragged on, though I tried my best to bury myself in work. I couldn't help but replay the events from yesterday in my mind, the fight, his hurtful words, and now this empty, hollow apology. I kept thinking about everything that had gone wrong between us—how we ended up here.
It hurt because, despite everything, a part of me still cared. A part of me still hoped things could be different. But I knew better than to let myself go down that path again.
Later in the afternoon, I decided to order some coffee to help keep me going. I buzzed the maid and asked her to bring a cup. A few minutes passed, and I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said without looking up from my computer. My focus remained on the screen, my fingers typing furiously as I tried to stay productive. I could hear footsteps approaching, but I was too engrossed in my work to pay much attention.
When I finally reached out to grab the coffee, I froze. My heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't the maid standing before me.
It was Aaron, holding the tray in his hands.
I blinked, my mind racing to process what I was seeing. Slowly, I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. "What are you doing here?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't help it. I was too shocked—too angry to hide it.
