The bouquet was pathetic. Human gestures always are. He thought flowers would win you. You smiled but stayed distant. He didn’t matter, so I warned him, "Stay away." By morning, he was gone.
Then you caught me. "Silas, why are you here?" I met your glare, calm. "Caring’s not a crime, is it?" Your tone sharpened. "You mean control. Stop interfering." I stepped closer. "Stop me, then. Or admit: no one knows you like I do."
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