DAHLIA 

“No, I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m sorry.” She cried on my shoulder, holding me tight as if she would never let go. 

I let her hold me for as long as she wanted to. 

“Do you forgive me?” She pulled back to ask. 

Cradling both her face in my palms, my lips spread genuinely. “If you’ll forgive me for being so hard on you these few days.”

Relief flooded her expression, tears swam to the surface but this time, they were happy ones. “I have nothing to forgive you for. You’ve done me no wrong. You didn’t have to pay for my hospital bills and...