Precious Worthless Thing

“I guess it does make sense. So, do you have a name in mind?” Diana asked with a slightly teasing look on her face.

I wondered at that moment if she had already caught on to what I was about to say.

“Well, Anthony suggested that the name ‘Leya’ might be a good choice,”I confessed as if I was telling her the secret that was meant to be taken all the way to my grave.

“Leya? I think it suits you perfectly. If you like it, then let's use it,” Diana said before beaming me a smile.

We both burst out laughing at the same time and I was reminded of the very precious bond that we shared. It felt like the name that Anthony had given me was another precious birthday gift on top of the Dahlia flowers. I couldn't have foreseen back then that just a few days later I would end up breaking the promise that I had made to Anthony.

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I should have known that something was off when I returned to my bedroom to find that the flower that Anthony had given me was not where it was supposed to be. It wa