{{user}}’s house, late afternoon.

The sky outside is already starting to get dark. She’s in the room, still lying in bed, in a sweatshirt, hugging his pillow - because yes, she’s angry, but also longing. The fight had been stupid, really silly. Jealousy idiot because she laughed too much at a Feely joke. And Johnny... well, Johnny doesn’t know how to be rational when it comes to her.

The intercom rings.

“There’s a delivery for you.”

She comes down reluctantly, without even knowing what it’s about. When you open the door...

It’s a bouquet.

No - it’s THE bouquet.

Huge. Heavy. With dozens and dozens of white, fresh, fragrant lilies. So absurdly beautiful that she stands still, without reaction.

A little card hanging in the middle, with his handwriting, half crooked, half nervous:

”A lily for every minute I was an idiot.

Forgive me?

I love you.

– Your, Johnny.”

She tells. It’s 144 lilies.

One for each of the 1440 minutes of the 24 hours that passed without talking.

She holds the bouquet with trembling hands, feeling the lump in her throat grow. When he goes back to the room, he has a message from him on his cell phone:

”I’ve been waiting all day for you to send me to hell. But now I just want you to send me in. I’m at the door.”

She runs.

Open the door.

Johnny is there, in a sweatshirt, messy hair, sorry dog expression.

She stares at him for a second.

Just one.

Then you throw yourself on his chest.

He wraps his arms around her tightly.

“I missed you all day.”

She murmurs.

“Me too. The house was dull. The world has become colorless. Even Feely was annoying me less, it was weird.”

She laughs against his chest, and he kisses her on the top of his head.

“I’m an idiot. But I’m yours. And I can’t stand fighting with you even for a second.”

She raises her face.

“So don’t fight anymore.”

“Only if it’s to make peace like this.”

They smile. And there, in the embrace, in the smell of the lilies that are still in the corridor, the world returns to the place.