SEASONS OF THE HEART SERIES #1 What happens when the person who brings everyone else light begins to lose their own? She was summer, not just in the way she smiled, but in the way she made people feel seen. Callista had this warmth about her, like being around her made the world a little less heavy. She laughed with her whole heart, loved without question, and somehow made even the quiet moments feel full. Juno was steady, like rain on a window - always there, never asking to be seen. He didn't need much. Just being close to her, quietly holding his feelings in the background, was enough. He soaked up the warmth she gave so freely, even if she never knew. But sometimes, even the brightest people fade. And grief doesn't arrive all at once. It lingers. It quietly shifts things. You don't really notice how much light someone carries until one day, it's just... gone. There are kinds of love that don't ask to be seen. Just felt - like light returning after a long storm, under the summer sky. Book Cover by Souriah Arts

SEASONS OF THE HEART SERIES #2 What if the love you never said stayed the longest? Talia was gentle in the way people rarely noticed, always listening, always remembering, like she was built to care more than she let on. She never asked for much. She made space for everyone else, even when she didn't know how to ask for any for her own. Soren wasn't loud either. He spoke in music, in chords he never played out loud and feelings he tucked into late-night melodies. He kept his heart behind his guitar, but somehow, she always made him want to try. They never said how they felt. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe it was enough, back then, just to be near each other-passing playlists, sharing silence, staying in each other's orbit without ever asking for more. But silence, even the safe kind, can become a wall. Some feelings don't fade. They settle quietly inside you, in memories that feel too soft to forget, in words that never made it past your throat. A love that lingers in silence, soft, unspoken, and still blooming when the heart is finally ready to listen, when the flowers speak. Book Cover by Souriah Arts

SEASONS OF THE HEART SERIES #3 How do you return to yourself after losing so much along the way? Elara was the kind of girl who always held it together. The one who smiled at the right time, said the right things, and made herself smaller so no one would call her too much. She was good at being what people needed - so good, she forgot how to be anything else. Elias was the dreamer. The kind of boy who felt things deeply but didn't always know how to say them - so he let the music speak for him. It was where he felt most like himself. No expectations, no pretending - just something real he could hold on to. But dreams can feel heavy when you're carrying them alone. When the people around you don't understand, when their silence starts to sound like doubt. And over time, even the thing that once made him feel alive... started to fade. They loved each other in the middle of all that becoming. In shared silences, half-spoken hopes, and tired evenings where the weight of the world softened in each other's presence. It was real - even if it wasn't enough to save them from slowly fading apart. Some loves don't leave. They simply wait - quiet, unchanged, beneath the versions of ourselves we thought we had to be. A love that never rushed as if it always knew they'd find their way back, within autumn's embrace. Book Cover by Souriah Arts

SEASONS OF THE HEART SERIES #4 What if healing meant being seen, not disappearing? Lumi spent most of her life trying not to take up too much space. She was taught to hold it together, to be good, to not ask for more than what was given. So she learned to keep her feelings quiet - until one day, she forgot how to feel them at all. Zairen was quiet too, but not because he didn't care. He knew how to read a room, how to stay small so others could stay comfortable. He hid his heart in soft places - behind the lens of a camera, behind gentle smiles. For him, love was something you watched from a distance. They didn't mean to fall - it just happened slowly. Between shared silence and soft glances, in the way they both understood what it meant to be gentle with your own heart. It wasn't loud. It wasn't sudden. But it was real. And for the first time, Lumi didn't feel like she had to shrink to be held. This is a story about choosing softness. About letting go of who you were told to be - and allowing yourself to feel, fully, freely, again. A love that blooms quietly, patiently - like a winter's quiet flower. Book Cover by Souriah Arts