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When I get up in the morning, a single long-stemmed white rose rests on the pillow beside my head.
“She doesn’t seem like your type.” He exhales. “I’ve never met a woman who could make me blush before.”
“Are you all right?” Through the door, his voice sounds sharp. “Until you hear a loud thump, assume I’m fine.” “I thought I did hear a loud thump.” “That was just the sound of all the hope leaving my body.”
I just … I’m sorry for your loss. Even though we’re not that close, if my sister died, part of me would, too.” After a moment of thought, I admit reluctantly, “Maybe the best part.”
“But you care about me. And I care about her. You can’t drop a stone in the water without causing ripples. Everything you do has an effect on something else. Someone else.”
“Those bad manners will serve you well in the future. Empires aren’t run by the meek.” It sounds eerily like a prophecy. Like he knows something about me that I don’t.
I can honestly say I don’t care about anything anymore. Except him. Us.
