I thanked her before I promised "I will dedicate the book to you. My amazing yet annoying friend who clicked send on the email to the publishers."

"Annoying?" She poked my arm as she feigned being offended "You owe me so bad."

When we fell into silence was when I started thinking up scenarios in my head that I dreaded for them to come true

"What if Stone is finally done with me? What if I have pushed him away so far that he won't come back?" I rambled on "What if I am not enough for him?"

She swatted my head with her hand in response.

"Ow!" I shouted at the impact while putting my hand on the top of my head.

"Do not be silly." She scolded me while pointing her finger at me accusingly "Sometimes I do think your dad was right with that one quote he used to say about you."

"He said it all the time." I reminisced before I changed my voice to a deep tone and quoted him "Ella, you have so much knowledge and fact in your mind that there is not enough room in your head for common sense or social awareness."

Lana leant forward and reached around me so she could set the plain cardboard box on my lap as she encouraged "I think you should open his present."

The box length was longer than its depth. I racked my brain for an idea of what it could be. I had never mentioned anything that I wanted.

There was only one thing that I wanted at that moment and it would need a much more colossal sized box to hold him.

I ran my nail over the taped seal on the top of the box and opened the two flaps. I let out a small gasp at what caught my eye.

The inside of the box was not plain. It was painted blue and purple with white stars among it. Like a galaxy.

He had remembered what I told him in the hospital about my dad. That my favourite gift was a plain cardboard box because I could imagine it to be whatever I wanted it to be.

My dad had painted it like a galaxy. Stone had also. He wanted me to have that feeling again.

Once I saw what was inside the box, I picked it up so I could see the bouquet of flowers closer. A dozen or so roses bloomed from their stem. They were beautiful and unlike anything I had ever seen before. They were not a common red or even white. On top of the dark green stem sat beautiful petals that were a vibrant shade of green. Fairytale Green.

Stone was kind of in love with me.