On the lawn, Jason’s friends had arranged a giant heart made of fresh flowers. Inside the heart were mementos from their relationship: handwritten love letters, photos they’d taken together, and various gifts exchanged on holidays and birthdays.
Jason stood there, drenched and visibly stunned as he took it all in.
Shairine, holding a bouquet of flowers, stepped in front of him and began pouring her heart out, confessing her love for him.
A gentle breeze swept by, stirring ripples in the calm waters of my heart.
I told myself that they loved each other, and being together was the best arrangement.
When the cheers and shouts from the crowd urging him to accept her confession grew louder, I joined in, clapping and calling out, “Say yes! Be together!”
Jason turned to me, his expression was one of utter disbelief.
“Zoey, are you out of your mind? Did you forget that I’m your boyfriend?” he said.
