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The flowers are the first thing my eyes find when I walk into the dorm. Their red petals are bright and cheerful, sitting in the vase I left it earlier in the evening.

Something tugs in my chest, a feeling I don't want to be feeling at this moment.

"Pathetic," I mutter, grabbing the flowers in a fistful. The water from their stalks drips on to the table. "Ugly, overpriced weeds!"

"Okay, maybe not ugly and not weeds, but definitely overpriced. Throw anything out that's not from Zeke," my mind urges me.

And that's what I do.

I march straight to the trash bin and slam them down, the petals scattering like confetti from the sheer force I used to dump them.

There's this unexplainable surge of anger that flows through me all of a sudden. I'm angry at everything.

At Noah for trying too hard, at myself for agreeing to this damm date, at the voice in my head that wouldn't let me be, and most of all, at Zeke!

Because even after a failed date, even after I practically ran out on my ideal guy, he
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