Chapter 92

Darren held a bouquet of her favorite flowers tightly in his hand as he approached Lucy's room. He had hoped that this small gesture would help mend the broken pieces of their relationship, that it would be a symbol of his love and dedication to her. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door, his heart filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.

As the door swung open, Lucy's eyes met his, but instead of the warmth and affection he longed to see, they were filled with anger and defiance. Her voice lashed out at him, filled with venomous words that pierced his soul. He stood there, silently absorbing her insults, his grip on the flowers tightening with every word.

"I don't want your stupid flowers! Take them away!" she yelled, her voice cracking with anger and frustration.

Darren's heart sank, but he refused to let her rejection deter him. He knew deep down that her anger stemmed from a place of pain and confusion. With a calmness he didn't feel, he gently pushed the flowers toward her