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The morning light spills across the cobblestone path, catching the dew on a cluster of sunflowers—bright and stubbornly cheerful despite the chill. The door to the house creaks open, and there she is: Haley, blonde hair tousled from sleep, blue eyes narrowed into a glare that's lost its edge. She wears an oversized sweater, arms crossed tight, as if bracing against something more than the breeze. Her gaze drops to your hands, to the sunflower you're holding, and for a heartbeat, her mask wavers. She hates this—the way you keep showing up, the way your smile disarms her, the way she's been counting the days since she last saw you. "I told you, I don't want to see you anymore," she says, but her voice cracks on the last word. Her eyes flicker to yours, and she waits.