Damien.
I heard the quiet thud of his footsteps as he walked closer. There was a faint rustle, and then the soft scent of lilies filled the air. Sweet, delicate, and pure.
“For you,” he said, his voice carrying a smile.
I turned my head slowly, and there he was—standing beside my bed, holding a small bouquet of white lilies. His dark hair was slightly messy and yet there was something effortlessly kind about the way he looked at me.
I stared at the flowers for a long moment before taking them from his hand. “They’re beautiful,” I whispered. My voice came out rough, uneven. “Thank you.”
He pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, his elbows resting lightly on his knees as he looked at me. “You’re welcome,” he said softly.
I ran my fingers gently over the petals, their softness a
