✯ ━━━━━━ ✿ ✫ ✿ ━━━━━━ ✯ A quiet, melancholic town. A love that was never meant to be. Nathan has always been there-watching, waiting, loving Eleanor in silence. But her heart belongs to Lucian, the boy who never had to try, the boy who could never love her the way she loved him. Through lingering glances, unspoken words, and poetry left unread, Nathan exists only in the spaces between Eleanor's happiness. As the seasons change, so does the weight of his longing, unraveling into something deeper, something irreversible. But love is cruel. Love is a fire that consumes, leaving only smoke and embers in its wake. And in the end- Even if you turned into ashes, I would have loved you still. But ashes do not love back. And still, the ashes remain. ✯ ━━━━━━ ✿ ✫ ✿ ━━━━━━ ✯

In a small, nameless town in Germany, a boy writes his life into poetry-each word a quiet cry, each line a reflection of his fading existence. Abandoned at a young age, he grows up alone, unseen, and unloved. He watches the world move without him, his only companions the verses he spills onto paper. When he falls in love, for the first time, he hopes to be something more than a shadow. But love, like everything else, remains out of reach. She understands his pain but does not love him. And so, his final poem is written, the last page of a forgotten book-one that no one will ever read. A novel about isolation, unrequited love, and the quiet tragedy of being forgotten. Written in a poetic, introspective style, echoing the haunting depth of Dostoevsky and Kafka.