“So, I… had one more thing planned,” he finally said, gesturing toward the river that wound its way through the city. “A walk.”I nodded, smoothing down my dress and hoping that he couldn’t see the crimson flush on my cheeks beneath the dim light of the streetlamps as we began making our way down th
Hannah“It… It’s true,” I said, my heart pounding so hard I was sure Noah could hear it. “Last year, I died, and… When I woke up, it was three months before the event of my death. I think it was a gift from the Moon Goddess or something. I don’t know.”There was a long, agonizing silence as Noah sta
His words warmed me, chasing away some of the chill that had settled into my bones. “Thank you, Noah. That means a lot.”“Of course,” he said, giving my hands one more squeeze. “I’m just glad we can have open communication about these sorts of things now.”I nodded, guilt gnawing at my insides. The
HannahThe farmer’s market bustled with activity, the air filled with the scent of fresh produce and baked goods. I pushed Melody’s stroller into the throng, my heart pounding for a reason other than simple lovesick excitement.Today was the day. I was finally going to tell Noah the truth about my r
“Triple, then,” Noah persisted. “Just name your price.”I could see the annoyance growing on the couple’s faces, their body language becoming defensive. The husband began tugging the wife away, both of them grumbling about entitled parents.“Noah, stop,” I hissed, mortified. My cheeks burned with em
HannahYears ago…The sun beat down mercilessly, the smell of hot pavement and summer flowers filling the air. I stood in front of the ice cream stand, counting the crumpled bills in my hand with growing dismay.“Oh, damn…” I muttered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m a dollar short…”Sud
HannahI tossed my phone aside, the screen still illuminated with the article titled “Hannah and Noah, the true star-crossed lovers, officially back together?” The accompanying photo showed us at the farmer’s market, pushing Melody’s stroller together, our hands brushing.My cheeks burned at the mem
“Suit yourself, Hannah,” my father sighed, turning to leave. “But don’t let your pride get in the way of your happiness. Sometimes, compromise isn’t weakness—it’s strength.”As the door closed behind him, I rolled my eyes, collapsing back into my chair.Compromise.I may have agreed to be Noah’s dat