One night, when she caught herself staring at them for too long, she cursed under her breath. Cade was in her head, taking up space he didn’t deserve.But if he thought he had the upper hand, he was dead wrong.Zara sat down at her desk, pulled out a fresh piece of paper, and began to write. Her handwriting was sharp, deliberate, every letter pressed into the page with force. When she was done, she folded the note, slipped it into an envelope, and crept down the hall.She slid it under Cade’s door, then hurried back to her apartment before he could catch her.The note read:“Flowers die. Just like your chances with me.”She went to bed smiling for the first time in days.The next morning, when she opened her door to grab the newspaper, she froze. Sitting on her welcome mat was a single potted cactus, spiky and stubborn, with a bright yellow sticky note attached.She bent down, already shaking her head, and peeled the note off.“Doesn’t die. Just like me.”Zara laughed despite herself,
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