#Chapter 47: Falling Petals

Aria’s POV The doorbell rang just as I was finishing up my coffee. My first instinct was to ignore it—I didn’t have the energy for any unexpected visitors today. But the doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Sighing, I set my mug down and opened the door. Liam stood there, holding a large bouquet of my favorite flowers, and a sheepish look spread across his face. He held out the bouquet like a peace offering. “I’m still fighting for you, Aria,” he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the rustle of the flowers. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, neatly folded note, which he placed on top of the bouquet. I stared at the flowers for a moment, my emotions instantly in turmoil. The gesture was sweet, sure, but it felt empty. “Flowers?” I said, my voice dull as I pushed the door open wider and grabbed the bouquet from his hands. “You think flowers are going to fix everything, Liam?” He blinked, clearly taken aback. “I—no, I don’t think