Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne finished her morning jog, had a refreshing shower, and stepped onto her balcony to admire her collection of succulents, joined by a new addition, a pot of pink succulents standing out among the green. Gently poking it with her index finger, she admired the soft, tender plant, feeling a wave of happiness.

Her buzzing phone on the table snapped her out of her reverie.

Seeing "Cliff" flash on the screen, she answered with curiosity. "Cliff? What's up? Calling at this hour, is everything okay?"

Cliff greeted, "Hey, Roseanne, how've you been?"

"Good, you?"

It was his chance!

Cliff straightened up. "I'm... not doing great."

Roseanne frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Probably too many late nights and drinks. My stomach's a wreck. I can't really eat anything, but I've been seriously craving your homemade blueberry almond oatmeal. Any chance..." Cliff didn't mention Murray wanted it, opting for a roundabout plea.

Though she'd met Cliff through Murray, Roseanne had formed her bond with Cliff independently of Murray over the years. He reached out, especially when he was feeling unwell.

replied, "Sure. I'll head out and grab some groceries. Swing by

the best! Love you.

Roseanne chuckled.

...

quaint neighborhood near Kingswell University, navigating several winding alleys before finally parking near the designated spot. Walking down the shaded lane, he found

sweating as if he'd lost half his life in the effort,

in, immediately handing him a glass of water.

"Just a bit out of shape, Roseanne. How did you end up

"run-down" but thought better of it at

him the freshly made blueberry almond oatmeal. "Eat it while it's hot. I've packed some apple pies, too.

and he understood the craving. He nodded, "Thanks, Roseanne. I

left, he hesitated, turning

"It's almost

unspoken words swallowed, Cliff

car disappear before letting her smile fade. She could guess what Cliff wanted to say

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