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“What's wrong?”

“I left my flower there.”

Laughing, I took her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of her palm. Reaching down, I pulled the crushed flower out from the small pocket in the car door. “No you didn't.”

Berlin's eyes lit up with happiness, making my heart skip a beat. Holding the wilted flower, she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No, thank you.” Braiding out fingers together, I pulled her hand into my lap. “You made me see what's really important, and it's not what I thought it was.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love. You made me see how much it matters.” Berlin's cheeks blushed, the color spreading down her throat and over her chest.

“Are you saying—”

I didn't let her finish. “I'm saying that I love you, Berlin.”

And I did. I loved that girl.

I loved her and I would do anything to keep her safe.

Because sometimes, you find love in the dark.