Miu knew, long before anyone said it out loud, that Lena was never going to be hers. Some things didn't need confession. They lived in the way Lena never reached first, in the way her life always seemed to exist somewhere Miu could not follow. There was already someone written into Lena's story-someone constant, someone chosen. And Miu... was not. Still, she stayed. She stayed in the quiet spaces between takes, where the lines blurred and the cameras could no longer tell what was real. She stayed in the soft hours of the night, where Lena's voice lost its certainty and found its way to her instead. She stayed in every moment that felt like something more, even when she knew it would never become anything at all. Because Lena never asked her to stay. But she never let her go, either. And so Miu became a habit- a place Lena returned to when the world grew too heavy, when love felt like something slipping through her fingers, when everything else fell apart. Miu was never the beginning. She was never the end. Just the in-between. The almost. The place where Lena could set down her broken pieces- and leave them behind when she was whole again. And if loving Lena meant being nothing more than that, Miu would still give her everything. After all, she always had. Take all the love, even if it was never yours to keep.

Miu Natasha is the "Marble Queen" of Bangkok's legal elite-colder than a closing argument and wrapped in designer labels that act as armor. Lena Schuett is a an art professor with "street rat" attitude that challenges every rule in the book, and a secret. Between three-thousand-dollar heels and a midnight dance that neither can forget, Miu and Lena are locked in a high-stakes game of pride and provocation. But as the lines between legal briefs and oil paintings begin to blur, they both realize that the most dangerous thing you can do is let someone see the person beneath the brand.

She's still there, but every day; a little less... in the quiet spaces between her words, Lena is slipping through Miu's fingers, one memory at a time. Twenty years of history. One night of impact. A love that refuses to be forgotten.

Sequel to 'Forget Me Not' (Book 2) . She meets her between what is lost and what lingers... A stranger with familiar eyes. A memory without a name... And a love...without a beginning.

A tragic psychological romance about grief, denial, and learning to let go of someone you love-told through a haunting illusion of love that refuses to fade.

The weight of "what ifs" is a heavy thing to carry, especially when the love never actually died. After a decade of working in the UK, Lena finds herself back in Bangkok, only to be thrust into a high-stakes medical environment where she must work with her first love, Dr. Miu. ​Miu has built a new life, yet the magnetic pull between them remains. Amidst sterile hospital corridors and a tension-filled reunion, they are forced to confront years of suppressed memories and a connection that time and distance couldn't fully erase.

sunlightwrites | 2025 ​For freshman Miu Natsha, life at university was supposed to be about quiet philosophy books and blending into the background. That plan utterly failed the day she tripped and spilled cocoa, landing her directly in the path of Lena Schuett. ​Lena is everything Miu is not: a brilliant, focused senior with an easy smile and eyes the color of melted caramel. For Miu, the crush is instant, intense, and deeply inconvenient. ​This isn't a dramatic love story-it's a series of heart-stopping near-misses, awkward interactions, and silent staring across the library. From a life-saving black pen to a high-stakes printer emergency, Miu finds herself accidentally inching closer to the coolest girl on campus. ​Miu is terrified she's just an embarrassing distraction, but the way Lena remembers her name and smiles makes her wonder: maybe the distance between a nervous freshman and an unattainable senior isn't as vast as it seems.

Lorraine arrives in New York with a camera in one hand, a suitcase in the other, and no clear plan-only the hope that somewhere in the city, an opportunity is waiting for her. An amateur photographer still finding her footing, she takes on small gigs while searching for something more stable, counting every dollar and stretching every opportunity. When she spots a one-bedroom apartment with rent surprisingly low for the neighborhood, she doesn't ask too many questions. She can't afford to. The only catch: the landlord lives there too. Natalie is a private chef with a practical mind and an eye always on the next business move. Renting out part of her home isn't personal-it's a calculated decision, a way to generate extra income while she builds her career. She values order, routine, and clear boundaries, especially within her own space. The arrangement is simple: shared walls, shared rules, separate lives.

They had a single rule: No labels. ​During college, Lorena "Lena" Schuett was the golden girl of Multimedia Arts, popular, effortless, and always watched. Miu Natsha was the quiet power in the Business department-selective, sharp, and only noticed by the "right people." Behind closed doors, they were each other's best-kept secret. In the light of day, they were nothing at all. ​It was supposed to stay casual until the final walk across the graduation stage. But pride is a fragile thing, and when Lena dismissed their entire history as just "she's good in bed" to save face in front of her friends, she didn't realize Miu was listening. ​Miu didn't ask for an explanation. She didn't stay for a goodbye. She simply vanished into the sprawl of Bangkok, leaving Lena with an empty room and the sudden, crushing weight of everything she never said. ​Two years later, they aren't students anymore. Lena is looking for a second chance in a city that doesn't give them, and Miu is a woman who has learned that some bridges are better left burnt. ​They used to know how the other breathed in the dark. Now, they're about to find out how much it hurts to be enemies.