My eyes shot open. The space was cold. My chest tightened, panic clawing up before I could stop it. Not again.I sat up quickly, clutching the sheet against me, scanning the room. The silence pressed heavy, only the faint hum of the city outside. My pulse raced. I shoved out of bed, pulling one of his shirts over my body, my bare feet hitting the floor hard.“James?” My voice cracked.No answer.I pushed into the hall, my throat tight. The worry grew heavier with every step toward the living room.Then I stopped.The entire space was covered in petals. Red, white, pink — scattered across the floor, the couch, the coffee table. A trail of them led straight to him.James stood near the window, his back to me, dressed in a crisp shirt, his hands shoved in his pockets. He turned when he heard me. The look on his face made my stomach flip. Relief. Joy. Something I hadn’t seen in him before.“What is this?” I whispered, glancing around at the petals.He walked toward me, his smile tugging w
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