Ambrose never believed in love. He's convinced that true love is something that only exists in movies, and in his head..
But then he meets her. He believes that she's the love of his life. She's so perfect, it's almost unreal..
Letters to Autumn fol...
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Autumn stood at the threshold of her dreams, the sun streaming through the towering trees of the university campus, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone path beneath her feet. At nineteen, she was ready to embrace a new chapter, her heart brimming with ambition and hope. Today marked the beginning of her journey as a literature major, a step toward becoming a professor, a guardian of words and stories. As she wandered through the vibrant campus, lost in her thoughts, her mind danced with visions of the the future she longed to build. She barely noticed her surroundings, the chatter of students mingling with the rustling leaves overhead, until she collided with something-or rather, someone. A tall, lanky figure loomed in front of her, adorned in the university's colors. He looked down at her with an easy confidence, his green eyes sparkling with a mischievous light. A little cocky grin tugged at his lips, illuminating his face with a warmth that sent a flutter through her chest. "Watch where you're going next time, yeah?" he said playfully. Autumn felt the corners of her mouth lift in response, a smile that felt foreign yet familiar. "Sorry about that," she murmured, her cheeks warming under his gaze. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around before," he continued, his curiosity piqued. Once again, she nodded. "Not really talkative, hm?" he teased, tilting his head slightly, his green eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. "Let me show you around." And just like that, their day began, a whimsical journey through the heart of the university. As they strolled through the sprawling campus, laughter mingled with conversation, weaving a tapestry of connection between them. He led her to a quaint café called Autumn Coffees, a hidden gem nestled beneath the shadows of old oaks. "This place has been here longer than most of the buildings around," he said, his voice warm with affection for the spot. Autumn felt a pang of nostalgia at the name, a reminder of her grandfather and the stories he once shared about warmth and love over steaming mugs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her like a comforting embrace. "It's perfect," she said, her heart swelling with a mix of memories and newfound excitement. As they settled into a cozy corner, sipping their drinks, the world around them faded. "By the way, my name's Autumn," she said, the words slipping from her lips like petals falling from a tree. He regarded her with a soft smile. They continued to talk, each word a brushstroke painting the beginnings of a beautiful connection. In the heart of the bustling campus, under the golden hues of the autumn sun, they discovered a promise of something deeper, something that felt as if it had been waiting to blossom for years. With a soft smile and a look that spoke volumes, he leaned slightly closer, his green eyes shining bright.
"My name's Isaac."
In that moment, the air thickened with unspoken connection. Two souls, drawn together by fate, sharing a bond woven through time and memory. That's when their love story begun.
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The•Red• String•Theory The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances.
