sparkleandpen
He once believed in love because he was raised in the middle of it.
He wrote it into poems, painted it into skies.
But one heartbreak turned his world colorless. He stopped writing, stopped painting, stopped creating altogether.
Because when she left, it felt like he lost the best parts of himself too.
Worried and heartbroken, his parents sent him away to a quiet coastal town, hoping to bring back the boy he used to be-warm, expressive, full of life.
She once felt loved before her family broke apart and left her behind.
Raised by her grandparents, she kept chasing love to fill the space her parents left.
She gave too much, too soon, again and again, holding on to anyone who made her feel like she mattered.
But one by one, they all left-some slowly, some suddenly, some with someone else.
After her grandparents passed and her last love chose someone else, she stopped searching. Not because she no longer believed in love, but because she was too tired to chase and beg anymore.
Two souls. Two hearts.
Shaped by different versions of love.
One genuine. One longed for.
Both left quietly broken.
In a coastal town where healing hides in the stillness, their paths cross.
Not because they are looking. Not because they are ready.
But because the sea has a way of pulling lost hearts toward each other.
He walks the shoreline with a sketchbook, trying to remember the pieces of himself.
She watches the stars from her window, whispering that someday her heart will heal completely, still hoping for a love that stays.
They don't expect to meet.
They don't expect to feel anything.
But sometimes, love arrives when we've stopped chasing it.
What happens when two hearts meet-not in longing, but in the calm after ruin?
Are they just two strangers passing through a season of healing?
Or is this love's quiet return-unexpected, undeserved, but exactly what they need?