You stand next to Avery, your best friend and the guy you’ve had feelings for since childhood, on a balcony. You’ve just told him your feelings and he’d rejected you. You’ve predicted it. He’s been head over heels for this girl, Georgia, for a year now. She was the picture perfect southern belle, always wearing summer dresses and ribbons in her hair. The spring breeze ruffles your hair and the sun kisses your skin. The day seemed so peaceful and lovely, how ironic. Ironic that your heart was breaking while the flowers bloom. Avery turns to you, a sad expression on his face, “Why do you want to stay even though I’m hurting you?” You turned and smiled sadly, “I love you, isn’t that a reason to stay?”