elmonades
"Some souls don't need eyes to recognize what they've longed for."
She was once a woman who lost everything-her child, her love, and the pieces of herself she used to hold with pride. But grief shaped her silence, and from that silence, she began to bloom again.
He was once a man who believed light was no longer his to see. Buried in guilt, in loss, in a darkness that never left his eyes, he built a world where feeling was a liability... and love, a myth.
When fate brings them together in the quietest of moments, a fragile thread begins to form between them, built not on sight, but on something deeper. Something unspoken.
What if the one you were meant to meet was always within reach, but never within memory?
What if your voice could become someone's clarity in the dark?
And what if healing doesn't come from forgetting, but from finally being seen-even when you're invisible?