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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

I tidied up and exited the room carrying my bags.


I turned down my supervisor's suggestion of time off and immersed myself in a fresh assignment.


It wasn't solely about securing a hefty end-of-year payout. I desperately needed something to occupy my mind.


After careful consideration, I erased his contact information--the same one that had thrilled me for those initial three days. I also removed him from my social media accounts.


However, I occasionally spotted him in Isabella's updates.


Their lifelong friendship made them an ideal match.


I had been an obstacle for three years, but now they were back on course.


I relocated closer to work and resumed my hobby of cultivating flowers.


Despite my hectic life, watching my savings increase brought me joy.


During this period, I unexpectedly befriended a coworker who also worked late hours.


Often, we were the only ones left in the expansive office complex.


Chapter 8