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When the three of them returned home, the air in the house was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Lily retreated to her bedroom immediately, her heart weighed down by guilt and confusion, she wanted to be in a close space rather than the chilly windy weather outside. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the closed glass window, the weather was beautiful, it was the perfect proportion of a chilly night and a warm night, it wasn't very cold but also wasn't very warm. The sky looked beautiful, painted with all the stars, it was almost like the weather was mocking. She of the events of the day replaying in her mind like a relentless film reel. The image of Aaron’s face after she slapped him was burned into her memory. The shock, the hurt in his eyes-it had been unbearable to see. Lily groaned softly, burying her hands between her thighs. Maybe I went too far...she thought. Yes, it was Aaron’s fault that Zared ended up in the hospital. His anger had exploded, and

It wasn’t fair to anyone-especially not to him-to pretend those feelings didn’t exist. Even if they stayed just as friends for a while, the goal was never to just remain friends with her. So, he kept his distance. He busied himself with work, with errands, with anything that would keep his mind off her. He stayed out of the house as much as he could, avoiding those quiet moments when it was just the two of them and the tension between them grew too thick to ignore. She crossed her arms, refusing to back down despite the unreadable expression on his face. “Stop avoiding me.” Aaron’s brows furrowed, and he let out a low chuckle that held no humor. “Avoiding you? Why would I do that?” “I don’t know,” she said, her voice softer now. “You tell me. You’ve barely spoken to me for days. You won’t even stay in the same room as me for more than five minutes.” She shrugged. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a defensive posture. “Maybe I’ve just bee

She didn't want him to think that her desire to mend things with him was rooted in guilt or desperation but at the same time she felt telling him would be wrong. Aaron deserved the truth, didn’t he? The truth that her concern for Zared was just…human. You don’t just erase someone from your mind and heart overnight. Even when love fades, there’s still something left behind-a care, no matter how faint. That’s all it was now. But saying that aloud to Aaron felt complicated. What if he misunderstood her intentions? What if it made things worse instead of better? She wasn't ready for a new relationship, the thought made a picture in her head. Aaron and Lily sitting on a couch curled up in a blanket watching a rom-com, Aaron kissing her forehead time to time. She blinked her eyes rapidly in order to shake the picture out her mind. Should she tell him ? Should she not ? The thought of Aaron avoiding her forever and them being on the terms they were right now made her stomach churn i

The room was pure chaos. The steady rhythm of beeping machines was replaced by an ear-splitting alarm. The doctor barked orders, his voice sharp and frantic, cutting through the panic like a blade in the air. The nurses scrambled back on his orders, their faces pale and wide-eyed as the doctor positioned the paddles against the man’s lifeless chest. His hands trembled, betraying his own fear as he pressed down. "Charging—300 joules! Everyone clear!" The first shock jolted Zared’s body violently off the bed. His chest arched, his head lolled to the side, but the heart monitor remained flat, no sign of change. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeep. "Again!" The doctor’s voice cracked under the strain. Sweat dripping from his forehead. Another shock. Another desperate jolt. Zared’s body slammed back down onto the bed with a sickening thud once again, limp and unresponsive. The nurses exchanged frightened glances, their hands hovering, unsure of how to help. "Don’t stop compressions!

Lily, Aaron, and Clara walked briskly down the sterile, cold hallways of the hospital, their footsteps echoing, at the end of the corridor, where Zared’s parents and Aaron’s parents were standing together, faces etched with grief. The moment they approached, Lily saw Zared’s mother, her tear-streaked face crumpling further. “He’s already been moved,” Zared’s father said, his voice hoarse. “To the freezer. They’re preparing him for the funeral.” Lily froze mid-step, her heart sinking. She hadn’t realized how desperately she’d wanted to see him one last time. Her lips parted, but no words came out. “Why so soon?” Aaron asked, his voice laced with disbelief. “It’s the procedure,” Aaron’s father said, his voice heavy. “Once the body is declared and cleared, there’s no waiting.” Lily clenched her fists at her sides, overwhelmed by a mixture of grief and frustration. The chance to say goodbye was ripped away. All she had now were the memories-and the haunting, unanswered qu