Yuna looked at me with bright, hopeful eyes. “Keira, do you have a n?”


    I hesitated.


    There were options, sure, but could I really take a chance even Hayden wasn’t willing to? If the


    surgery worked, everything would be great.


    But if it didn’t… the thought of Hayden never forgiving me was the least of my worries. The real fear


    was breaking his heart in a way that couldn’t be fixed.


    Yuna must’ve picked up on my hesitation because her face fell. “You don’t have a way, do you?


    Hayden’s too scared to try ‘cause it’s too risky. I get it. No one can be sure it’ll work with how bad


    things are for me.” She sighed, but then gave me this weak smile, like she was trying to shake off


    her own sadness.


    It wasn’t that she was great at hiding her feelings–it’s just that she didn’t want to drag me down with


    her. “It’s fine. I’m happy with my life as it is. However long I live, I’m gonna make the most of it. Who


    knows? Maybe I’ll surprise everyone and live to be a hundred,” she joked, though her eyes told a


    different story. Hearing her say that just made my heart sink even more. The thought of this bright,


    amazing girl losing hope? I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to give her something–anything–to hold on


    to. “I know a doctor. She studied abroad and is an OB–GYN, but she knows a lot of specialists,


    including top cardiologists. Maybe they can help.”


    “Seriously?” Yuna’s eyes lit up, that little spark of hope flickering back to life.


    “Yeah. I came here to figure things out, see how I can help,” I said, realizing I wasn’t just trying to


    comfort her–I was seriously considering helping her get the surgery, no matter how risky.


    The hope in her eyes was undeniable. Yuna didn’t just want to survive–she wanted to really live.


    Even with her picture–perfect life, I knew she longed for something more.


    She wanted to climb mountains, surf waves, race down open roads with the wind in her hair. Things


    that seemed impossible for her now.


    And yeah, she probably wanted to fall in love, maybe even think about marriage and kids someday.


    But right now, all of that seemed so far out of reach.


    Her life, as beautiful as it looked from the outside, was still a cage.


    She wasn’t just collecting dew from flowers–she was gathering moments of solitude and longing, all


    the things she couldn’t have. Every little drop was a reminder of what was missing.


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    “Is that really true? Thank you, Keira!” Yuna said, her face glowing. She raised her cup, toasting me


    with a genuine smile.


    “It’s true,” I said, feeling the weight of responsibility settling in.


    My words had given Yuna a sliver of hope, and I could see it in her eyes.


    After we finished our tea, Yuna took me inside and showed me to Hayden’s room. “Keira, you’ll stay


    in here. Look how well I cleaned it!”


    She wasn’t kidding–it was spotless. When I opened the window, I saw a view of flowers and rolling


    hills that could take your breath away. The room had this cozy, homey vibe to it.


    I dropped my bags and started looking around. There were framed photos on the walls, which I


    hadn’t expected.


    I mean, I had some family photos back home–ones my parents left behind–but I didn’t think


    Hayden’s family would keep this kind of stuff.


    Curious, I wandered over to one of the old photos. Yuna came up beside me and said, “Hayden


    says these are of our parents when they were younger, but I don’t remember them that well.”


    The photos had that same nostalgic vibe as the ones in my house. In one, their mom was holding a


    baby, and their dad had another kid in his arms. The older one was obviously Hayden, while the


    baby had to be Yuna.


    “Hayden told me our dad left not long after this was taken,” Yuna said quietly, sadness creeping into


    her voice.


    Hearing that hit me hard. Not wanting to dwell on it, I turned my attention to another picture–this one


    of a boy carrying a girl on his back, just a shot of their backs.


    “Is that Hayden carrying you?” I asked.


    Yuna giggled, shaking her head. “Nope, not me. He’s carrying his-”


    She stopped suddenly, biting her lip like she’d said too much. Then, with a yful smile, she stuck


    her tongue out, trying to y it off.


    It didn’t take me long to catch on. I nced back at the picture and smirked. “Let me guess–his


    childhood sweetheart?”


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