Slow burn type of love The stolen glances ,the yearning and the feelings that no one dares to admit. Until one of them finally confesses how they feel towards one another.

Aurelia hated waves to her, they only destroyed - loud, violent, merciless. Then there was Amiel,He wasn't a storm. He was the wave that held her instead of drowning her. Soft. Patient. Staying. When do waves become love? When one chooses to heal you, not break you. Amiel was that wave and Aurelia was learning not to run from tide.