I was kinda shocked that Hayden agreed so fast, but honestly, it just made my heart hurt more. He


    clearly wasn’t into it, but he was doing it because Yuna wanted him to.


    Yuna, like she was scared Hayden might change his mind, whipped out her phone and started filling


    out the organ donation form right away. Watching her so focused, I realized how much light and


    positivity this girl had. It was impossible not to admire her.


    “Hayden, let’s do it too,” I said before I could stop myself.


    Both Yuna and Hayden froze, eyes on me. “Keira?” Yuna asked, her voiceced with concern.


    “Okay,” Hayden replied, not even hesitating, pulling out his phone.


    Yuna nced between the two of us, excitement and worry mixing on her face.


    It’s funny how, when it’s about ourselves, we can make these big decisions without blinking. But


    when it’s someone we care about? Total hesitation.


    Still, Yuna didn’t stop us. Instead, she grinned, turning her worry into something more yful.


    “Alright, we’ll do this together. But let’s hope none of us need these forms for, like, the next hundred


    years.”


    Her joke made both Hayden and meugh, lightening the mood instantly. I couldn’t resist teasing


    her. “So all that talk about selfless love was just for show, huh? Not as deep as you made it


    sound?”


    Yunaughed, eyes sparkling. “Keira! You’re supposed to be smart enough to see through me, but


    polite enough not to say it out loud! Right, Hayden?”


    The heavy vibe shifted into something way lighter–almost fun.


    “Let’s toast,” Yuna said, lifting her Boba tea like it was champagne. “To being good people and


    staying safe and healthy.”


    Hayden and I lifted our drinks, clinking them with hers.


    “Mmm, so sweet,” Yuna sighed, taking a sip, a smile spreading across her face.


    Watching her find joy in something as simple as a drink made my heart swell. I silently prayed her


    surgery would go well, and that she’d live a long, healthy life.


    Later, Hayden cooked something amazing for Yuna. We nned to stick around and eat with her,


    but Yuna waved us off with a grin.


    “Don’t stay! If you eat with me now, you’ll ruin your dinnerter. What a waste!” She said it with a


    yful smile that just made her more adorable.


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    “Go have your dinner. I’ve been eating alone for years; I’m totally used to it,” she added casually.


    But her words hit different.


    It dawned on me just how lonely she must’ve been, even with people around. It reminded me of


    how I felt after losing my parents. No matter how busy the Johnston household was, I still felt a part


    of me missing.


    Hayden and I left to meet Ron at the restaurant. He was quiet the whole ride, clearly deep in


    thought. I


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    knew Yuna’s decision weighed on him, even though he’d agreed.


    “Why’d you say yes if you didn’t want to?” I asked as we neared the restaurant. “If you said no, I


    don’t think Yuna would’ve pushed it.”


    Hayden stared ahead. “I had no reason to say no. Why should she be allowed to receive a donation


    but not give one if ites to that? It’s only fair.”


    His words were full of logic, that give–and–take belief he held onto.


    I got it. I reached over, squeezing his hand. He looked at me, and we shared a small smile–no


    words


    needed.


    When we arrived at the restaurant, I saw the familiar logo and sighed. “Mr. Shane invited us to


    dinner at one of the fanciest spots in town. Think it’s a setup?”


    Hayden chuckled. “Kiki, you always expect the worst.”


    “Or,” I teased with a smirk, “maybe I just like the perks of rolling with a VIP,” hinting at his secret


    identity.


    “Maybe,” Hayden shot back with his own smirk, going along with the joke.


    I’d stopped expecting him to fess up about being a big deal. If he wanted to keep ying this game,


    I’d y along.


    Ron hadn’t mentioned a room number, but ces like this? You just drop the host’s name and they


    take care of the rest.


    Sure enough, Hayden gave Ron’s name, and the staff led us to a private room.


    Before we could even knock, Ron opened the door, like he had some sixth sense or something.


    “Come in, “he greeted, smiling wide.


    The room was huge, with a fancy round table in the middle. But the weird part? Ron was sitting


    there… alone.


    As I looked at the massive, over–the–top table set, my first thought was: ‘What a waste.‘