Eden watched me grab a bouquet of lilies as I paced around my kitchen, getting ready to go visit my mother. I adjusted my red tie and cleared my throat as I finished my cup of coffee. She had no idea where I was going, but I bet she thought that I was heading to see someone special.
She had spent weeks not talking to me. Weeks of standing beside me for promotional shoots. Weeks of walking red carpets beside me with a fake smile plastered on her face. Weeks of coming back to my home and going to her room without saying a word. Weeks of feeling alone. And every day I had made her meals and only treated her with respect. Every day I had tried to make it up to her. But I had gone too far, and she couldn't get past it. But right now, she was clearly more concerned about what I was doing.
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