Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Even the most prideful Nash had let his guard down.

"I'm logging in. Invite me, and let's team up," Fiona said, pulling out her phone and launching the gaming app.

"No need, I'm done after this game," Nash replied, glancing at her with a hint of awkwardness.

He couldn't help but steal glances at Fiona from the corner of his eye, as if he had something on his mind. Fiona was aware, but she chose not to press him. Some things are better left unsaid.

"Come on, just play with me for a bit. I honestly can't stand these freshman welcome parties. Teaming up for a game is way more fun," Fiona insisted.

Hearing this, Nash, who had been trying to think of a way to decline, shrugged and agreed, "Alright."

Nash's gaming skills matched Fiona's. He wrapped up his current game swiftly and immediately fired up a new one, sending Fiona an invite.

duo was unstoppable-picking up weapons, reloading ammo, and nailing headshots with ease. Their quick reflexes

Bluetooth headsets on, and amidst the sound of gunfire, Fiona opened their team chat and quietly typed

your shoulders. It's exhausting. You need a break. No one blames you

aback when he saw the message. He turned to Fiona, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and sadness, emotions that seemed to come to a head at

had always

sooner, told her earlier, or acted quicker to save Kimberly

overlooking even

in a loop of self-doubt and reflection

accident, a trap laid by the Woods family. If Fiona hadn't

on something being off, Jackson might not have

brought backup.

estate that night,

in to rescue Jackson, even if