Saturdays were Anne's visiting days for Kristen. She stopped by a flower shop and bought a fresh bouquet which she always placed in the flower vase inside his hospital room, before heading to the hospital in a cab.
Anne stared out the window as the cab drove along the multi-lane highway. The sky above looked clear and bright painted with a few scattered white clouds that caught the warm afternoon sun, but the beautiful sight of the sky was nothing compared to the warm feeling still welling in her chest.
Several times she smiled to herself, her cheeks turning pink as if recalling something that made her heart flutter, however she quickly caught herself mid smiling along with the sweet fluttering inside her chest.
Her heart was racing so fast, she had to stop herself from having those memories constantly playing out in her mind.
She didn't want to overthink or overanalyze her position in Andrew's heart.
