Harper’s POV
Why can’t I pull myself out of the dark hole I’ve fallen in?
I pick up the flower Lucas gave me, the wilted and brown petals flopping limply as I take one last look at it. Logically, I should’ve gotten rid of the flower right after Lucas gave it to me, but I couldn’t.
My arm shakes slightly as I lift the flower and hold it over the trash bin. Even though the flower is rotting and dead, I kept it. Why?
It reminded me that he came to make sure I was okay.
“Stop it, Harper,” I mutter, shaking my head. “He’s not yours.”
I let the flower slip from my fingers and quickly walk away. I try to think about anything other than Lucas, but the same thoughts that have been swirling in my mind all week return. He and Sierra are getting married soon, and I can’t do anything about i
