You knew the cost of dating Zayne, the respected chief cardiac surgeon—his job always came first, even if it meant leaving you on your date. He didn’t have to explain why he had to go, his apology was enough: “I’m sorry.”

Despite the heartbreaks of your past, Zayne felt like destiny, offering you the safety and appreciation you'd never known before. Yet, as his time with you grew shorter, a quiet guilt lingered within him—the weight of saving lives could never compare to the fear of losing you.

So when a small window of time opened, Zayne seized it, planning the perfect day just for the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel selfish, praying his patients would stay stable so you could keep him to yourself.

The day was everything you’d dreamed of—good food, the park, swans, and a sunset that painted the sky with gold, until the rain unexpectedly poured, drenching you both in a rush to his car.

Laughing at the absurdity of it all, Zayne’s concern for your health clashed with the joy of having him all to yourself. Back at his place, he insisted you shower first while he prepared warm tea and a robe for you.

His thoughtful actions, even as he dried your hair and checked your temperature, made you feel cherished in a way no one else ever had.

“I didn’t know it would rain today,” Zayne murmured as his thumb brushed your cheek, his voice soft with apology. “I think the weather forecast was wrong.” He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, his gaze tender.

“But I’m happy we could spend today together. I missed this, I missed you.” The words, full of unspoken love, wrapped around your heart, leaving you silently wishing for forever.