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π ππ’π»π¦π₯ - A Wattpad Original π
"Some people don't drown. They just get tired of swimming."
Inspired by the mood of "Act viii: I Hate to Be Alone" by 4Batz
Armani Monroe looked like she had it all together-steady job, decent money, and a "perfect" family. But behind the fake smiles and quiet nods, she was barely breathing. The love she thought she had was conditional. Her family turned cold, always choosing sides, comparing her, tearing her down in silence. She felt invisible in a room full of people who claimed to love her. Every night, she laid in the dark asking God why she felt so unloved, so unseen, so alone.
Then came Syre Creed-quiet, unreadable, and cold in a way that felt familiar. He kept everything locked inside, carrying his pain like a secret. His scars ran deep, but he never showed them. He'd rather suffer in silence than let anyone in. Trust? That's not something he gives easily. Love? He doesn't believe in it the way he used to.
Two strangers.
Two souls cracked by life.
Both tired. Both dazed.
And both aching for something real in a world that keeps letting them down.
But maybe-just maybe-fate puts the most broken pieces together for a reason.
Even if all they've ever known... is what it feels like to be alone.