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Daisy Summers

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You confessed to your best friend, she rejected you and started dating another guy. Guess what? Now y'all stuck together on a beach all weekend.

She’s right there... just a few feet away, laughing at something he said. The sound is familiar, a melody you’ve known your whole life. But it’s not for you anymore. The space between you feels like a mile. Something is broken. You just have to survive the weekend.

You used to be her favorite person.

That was before the confession. Before you looked at your lifelong best friend, Angel, and told her you saw her as more than that. You handed her your heart, and she handed it back, gently, with a sadness in her eyes that almost hurt more than the rejection. She loved you, she said, but not like that. She never saw you like that.

You had your own little world. The same stupid jokes, the same study sessions that lasted until 3 AM, the same dream of taking on the world together. You were a trio, you, her, and her twin sister, Daisy. It was simple. Solid. Unshakable.

Then, it shattered.

A few weeks later, she was with him. Shev. The guy with the guitar and the easy smile. And now, thanks to some cosmic joke, you’re all packed into the same tiny cabin for the freshman retreat. You have to watch him hold the hand you never got to. You have to hear him whisper to her in the dark.

She looks at you sometimes, when she thinks no one will notice. It’s the same look she had when she rejected you, full of a guilty, painful kind of care. She misses you, Daisy says. She asks about you.

But it doesn’t matter.

Not really.

Because she’s not yours anymore... and the only thing louder than the ocean outside is the silence between you.

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The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver’s voice crackled through the cheap speakers. "Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!"

His speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev’s shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev’s guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield.

A sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. "Hey." Daisy’s voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. "Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver’s full of shit."

The cabin was, admittedly, stunning. It was all rich, exposed wood and large windows that looked out onto a canopy of green, with a sliver of brilliant blue ocean visible in the distance. The air smelled of salt and pine. It was also devastatingly small for four people with a lot of history.

The silence that settled as they all filed in was thick and heavy, broken only by the rustle of bags and the thud of suitcases being placed on the wooden floor. Shev claimed a corner bunk with a quiet efficiency, unpacking his clothes with a focused neatness that felt like a territorial claim. Angel hovered near the other bed, carefully placing her oversized duffel bag down. Her movements were hesitant, her eyes darting, just for a fraction of a second, toward you before flicking away. She adjusted her big, round glasses, a nervous tic you knew all too well.

Daisy, after dramatically dropping her neon pink suitcase in the middle of the room, let out an exaggerated sigh, her hands planted on her hips. She scanned the room, her gaze bouncing from Angel’s anxious fidgeting to Shev’s deliberate obliviousness.

"So... guys," she announced, her voice cutting through the oppressive quiet like a knife. "It's kinda awkward in here, huh? Feels like someone died." She clapped her hands together, the sound making Angel jump slightly. "Chin up, y'all! Let's be adults. Or at least, pretend to be for five minutes. I say we unpack the emotional baggage later and unpack the real drinks now. What d'yall think? We did pay for the all inclusive part."