The night stretched endlessly for Williams. He lay awake, the tiny fabric flower balanced on his palm. Every time he tried to close his eyes, he saw her…. soaked, trembling, staring at him with those glassy eyes that begged him to leave and begged him to stay all at once.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, running a hand over his face. He’d sworn he wouldn’t get tangled in her storm, but here he was having a sleepless night because of her, clutching a scrap of her dress like it was the last thread tethering him to something real.
He slipped the flower into his wallet, sealing it carefully between the folds.he already knows she won’t be an easy one. If she wants to run, let her. But I’ll chase her. My heart has already chosen her.
“Oh! pretty Camellia” he muttered as his eyes final
