June curled up on her couch, a soft blanket over her legs and a glass of white wine in her hand. Her phone lay on speaker beside her, and the comforting voice of her best friend, Amara, filtered through, echoing the concern only someone who truly cared could carry.“So…” Amara’s voice trailed dramatically, “you’re really saying he asked you to be his girlfriend?”June exhaled a dreamy sigh. “Yes. He did. Last night.”“Okay, don’t keep me in suspense. Spill it all. What happened?”June smiled despite herself, staring at the bracelet on her wrist—silver, delicate, inscribed with words that had haunted her all day: "For every scar, a story. And you, June, are poetry."“He set up this… this beautiful rooftop dinner. It felt like something out of a movie, Amara. Candlelight, city lights, soft music, and he cooked too—well, hired a chef, but you get the idea.”“Hmm… classic seduction move.”“Stop it,” June giggled, blushing even though she was alone. “He was sweet. Thoughtful. Present. He a
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