lilyhunter5057
He kissed her beneath a storm-swept sky and promised forever. She whispered back, watching the chessboard crumble: "The stars really do fall... one at a time."
This is not a love story wrapped in a perfect ending- It's the story of a girl who loved quietly and a boy who never quite looked close enough. Of library glances, locker confessions, wind-heavy evenings, and the poetry tucked between chess moves. Of what it means to be brave in silence. To feel everything and say almost nothing. And to hold on to almost-love, even when the stars start falling.
I hope you guys like it.