AYLA
"Enough with the apologies, Gia," I whined, pushing away the mountain of roses from my bed.
Arthuro was already scaling the headboard like a little explorer.
I tapped his bum, pulling him to play with the roses.
Gia stood there, her eyes heavy with guilt.
One week in, and my apartment was starting to look like a florist shop.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am, girl," Gia said, voice crackling as she came to sit beside me.
I shrugged, already worn out with the many apologies.
"Well, you can start by selling all of these. I'm not really a flower girl. And, you're forgiven."
She shook her head. "Arthuro loves them."
I blinked slowly at Arthuro, then returned my eyes to her. "He doesn't know what he likes yet. He likes everything now, but not for long."
Gia's eyes filled with tears. "So… I'm not forgiven?"
"Gia," I sighed softly, "it could have been anyone."
