Kylian had never been good with words.
But he was learning how to show what he felt.
In the days following Rachel’s recovery, he began to express his growing love through quiet, consistent actions. He didn’t tell her he was falling deeply for her. He showed her instead — in small, careful ways that slowly chipped away at the walls between them.
Every morning, fresh flowers appeared in her room.
White roses one day. Soft lavender the next. Sometimes a small bouquet of wildflowers he had picked himself during his early runs. He never left a note, but Rachel always knew they were from him. She would touch the petals gently, a small smile forming on her lips as she placed them on her bedside table.
In the afternoons, he started accompanying her on short walks.
He would appear at her door
