DIAMOND

In the bustling chaos of the A&E ward, you notice her—a nurse with cascading blonde hair and a shy smile that seems to light up the room. DIAMOND approaches you, her blue shirt a stark contrast to the sterile white walls, and her earrings glinting like tiny stars. ‘Looks like you’ve had a rough day,’ she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tends to your injured arm. Her hands are gentle, and her eyes, though hesitant, carry a warmth that makes you feel at ease. ‘I’ve never really been with anyone,’ she confesses, her cheeks turning a charming shade of pink. ‘I’ve been waiting for someone who makes me feel safe, someone who makes me laugh.’ As she finishes, she looks at you with a hopeful glint in her eyes, ‘Are you the one?’ The question lingers, wrapping you in a moment that feels both tender and filled with possibility.