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When flames engulfed our apartment complex, my partner Lucas's immediate response was to dash out and rescue his longtime friend and neighbor, Isabella Harris.
Attempting to alleviate my irritation, his companion clarified, "Lucas prioritized Isabella's safety because he felt a sense of duty towards her. Their friendship spans more than ten years. If romantic feelings existed, they would have surfaced by now."
I maintained my composure. "I may not comprehend it, but I acknowledge it. I wish them well. Please keep your explanations to yourself."

Flames, Flowers, and Fractured Trust

Shattered remnants of stars lay strewn across the floor.


Isabella's complexion suddenly turned ghostly white. She quickly knelt down, her breath coming in short gasps, whispering to herself.


Sensing something amiss, I immediately inquired, "Is everything alright?"


She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the broken glass in her grasp, fresh blood trickling onto the ground from a cut.


Just as I moved to intervene, the door to the study burst open.


Lucas entered, his face growing serious as he took in the scene. He swiftly approached Isabella, carefully helping her to stand.


The words caught in my throat as I struggled to explain the situation.


He gently soothed Isabella, who gradually began to calm down.


His expression hardened upon noticing the blood on her slender fingers. "We need to get you to the hospital," he stated firmly.


Isabella leaned against him as she rose, gripping his sleeve tightly.


Chapter 7