Mag-log inRain pursued me for nearly two years.He chased me from Seattle all the way back to our hometown and stayed by my side from my internship days until I transitioned into a full-time position. My mom constantly remarked that he was infinitely more dependable than Valen ever was; my dad remained tight-lipped and offered no official opinion.Yet, every single time Rain came over for dinner, my dad would always sneakily whip up an extra dish or two.There was one evening when Rain had to work late at the office, so I headed home alone. When my dad set the table and noticed a spare set of utensils and a glass sitting empty, he froze for a few seconds before quietly putting them away. After that night, he never laid out a spare place setting in advance again. But whenever Rain did show up, a fresh, extra side of roasted nuts would magically appear on the table.One winter, I came down with a severe fever and couldn’t make it to work.Rain called my phone repeatedly. When I didn’t answer,
Six months later, I returned home—except this time, I had a permanent little shadow trailing right behind me.“Sera, where am I crashing tonight?”“Sera, let me carry your bags for you.”I walked ahead, a mix of mild exasperation and fondness washing over me.Rain Beckett was a guy I had met down in Seattle. We had both just graduated from college and, as it turned out, actually grew up in the same hometown. We hit it off almost instantly. Because he was a few months younger than me, he used it as an absolute excuse to follow me around all day, constantly calling me his “favorite senior.”Rain chattered relentlessly as he followed me right into the residential courtyard.“Wow, Sera, there are so many trees around your neighborhood.”“Sera, how old do you think that tree is?”“Sera—”I brought my steps to a sudden halt.Valen was standing beneath that same old scholar tree right outside my apartment building. He had leaned down quite a bit, and there was a tiny, jagged nick on
I didn’t cast another glance in his direction as I headed straight back inside.The moment I pushed the front door open, I found my mom and dad pressed flat against the balcony windows, peering down into the courtyard with everything they had. My dad was already muttering a string of curses under his breath.“That kid honestly has the nerve to show his face here!“He’s been standing under our building for twenty minutes now, putting on a total pity party!“Let me tell you, when your old man was chasing your mother back in the day, I was never this pathetic!”My mom chimed in from the side, cutting him off effortlessly. “When your father tried to pursue me, I chased him away on day one. Later, he tried to corner me at the entrance of the department store downtown, so I literally slipped out the emergency exit to escape him.”“Why on earth are you bringing that up in front of our daughter?!”“You’re the one who started boasting first.”I slipped off my house shoes, walked into th
After lounging around the house as a total couch potato for a week, my limited-time status as the pampered family favorite officially expired.My parents began to find everything I did annoying.“Just look at you—you don’t wash the dishes, you don’t make your bed, all you do is lay on the sofa all day,” my dad grumbled, mopping the floor as he aggressively pushed the mop right past my feet. I hurriedly lifted my legs out of his way.My mom sat nearby, mindlessly eating potato chips and adding fuel to the fire. “I told you yesterday we shouldn’t spoil this girl. Look at her, it’s only been a week and her true colors are already showing.”I squeezed my throw pillow tightly and fired back with absolute confidence, “You guys were the ones who told me to come home and relax! Mom, your exact words were that you were going to help me gain back every single pound I lost.”My dad let out a soft chuckle. He mopped a few more strokes before he couldn’t help but chime in again, “Sweetheart, w
I canceled every single hotel reservation for the remainder of the trip.I wasn’t about to play the saint anymore; they could figure out their own accommodations for the rest of their stay.I vividly remember our freshman year of college when Chloe looked at me with those timid, fragile eyes. Her mother had stood right beside her, patting my hand as she pleaded, “Our Chloe has always been in fragile health. Please look out for her.”From that exact moment on, I took it upon myself to shield and protect her. I even explicitly told Valen to look out for her, too.Who could have guessed that all that looking out for her would land her straight into his heart?My phone buzzed repeatedly with bank notifications confirming the incoming refunds. Staring at the dollar amounts, a wave of regret washed over me. I shouldn’t have booked such high-end luxury hotels in the first place. What a massive waste.I immediately sent two thousand dollars of the refunded money to my mom, adding a memo
The moment I got back home, I collapsed onto the soft bed my mom, Margaret Winters, had freshly made for me.My parents followed me into the room, looking at me with deep concern written all over their faces. “Sera, weren’t you supposed to be in Iceland for two weeks with that Valen kid? It’s only been a few days. Why are you back by yourself?”I buried my face in the pillow. A heavy wave of exhaustion crashed over me, leaving me without the energy to speak.Arthur Winters, my dad, started getting anxious. “Sweetheart, did that Valen kid do something to you? Just say the word, and your old man will go break his legs!”I let out a soft laugh. Shaking off the crushing weight from my heart, I could finally laugh from the absolute depths of my soul.“Dad, calm down.” I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.Pasted right above me were the glow-in-the-dark stars Valen and I had bought together when we were kids, the ones that used to illuminate the room whenever the lights went out.







