Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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"Don't get up," Yuna pressed my head back onto Hayden's shoulder, a playful smile on her face. "Keira, just stay like this with Hayden. I love seeing you two all lovey-dovey." This girl...

"Hayden, Keira," Yuna's bright eyes turned serious. "I was going to wait a few more days to say this, but since we're already here, I'll say it now."

"Don't start saying crazy stuff," I cut in, already sensing where this was headed.

But Hayden, ever calm, just said, "Let her talk."

Yuna flashed him a grin. "You really are my brother. You always get me."

Then she looked back at me. "Keira, just hear me out, okay?"

She giggled lightly, as if she was about to spill some silly secret, but then she coughed, squeezing both our hands tighter.

"I'm starting now," she announced, and the room suddenly felt heavier.

Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the tension in our breathing as we waited for her to go on.

be an organ donor." Her words hit like

you saying?" Hayden's voice

Yuna repeated, calm and steady. "Only if my surgery

clenched. "Why are you even thinking

heart can't be used, my liver, kidneys, and corneas can still help others. I want to give someone else a shot at life," Yuna explained, her face so sincere, her eyes pure and unflinching. Her words felt too big, too heavy for someone who always seemed so carefree. It hit me like a wave, knocking

I turned to him, trying to read his

at Yuna, his eyes betraying how shaken he was. His little sister, the girl he'd protected for so long, was

aren't you saying anything?" Yuna asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. She knew that in the end,

an adult. I get to make my own choices," Yuna said, her tone firmer

eyes flicking between them. This was too much for me to process, let alone speak

pause, Hayden finally spoke, his voice soft but strained. "You've

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thought about this for a long

didn't you tell me before?" Hayden

me briefly, then looked

that. Don't wait for a miracle. Just do what I'm asking. Donate whatever can be used, and then... take my ashes to our garden. Bury me under the peach

heart, making it hard to