In a world where chaos was the norm and love was a rare, fleeting thing, two souls managed to collide-unexpectedly, yet perfectly. Louise and Zianne. Two girls from opposite ends of life's spectrum: one shaped by silence and solitude, the other by fire and defiance. They met not in fairytale timing, but in the middle of their own storms, and still-they chose each other. Their bond wasn't loud, but it was real. They found safety in stolen glances and comfort in shared silences. Against a backdrop of whispers and raised eyebrows, they loved without apologies. In their small universe, the world faded. But even the brightest stars burn out. Zianne vanished like a season that ended too soon-no warning, no closure. Just absence. For Louise, time stopped. The girl who once laughed at the sky now stared at ceilings. She replayed every memory like a scratched record, looking for signs she missed. Zianne had told her she loved her, but when love walked away, it left no footprints behind. No letter. No explanation. Just the ghost of a promise that never learned how to stay. Louise wasn't just heartbroken-she was haunted. And yet, even in that ache, she began to understand: not all love stories are meant to be finished. Some exist only to teach us how deeply we can feel.