Elli_Blues
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"Finally, someone who would catch and not throw the grenade."
In a world where love often comes with conditions, heartbreaks, and silence, she had grown used to carrying the weight of everyone else's wars-catching emotional grenades for people who never once asked if she was okay. Raised by trauma, shaped by abandonment, and hardened by years of walking on eggshells, she lived in loops of survival, afraid to dream, afraid to trust, afraid to hope.
Until him.
A chance message on a lonely summer night sparked something unexpected. What began as comfort slowly evolved into intimacy-first in words, then in longing, and finally in the quiet, sacred act of choosing each other. Through distance, emotional wreckage, and the fear of repeating old patterns, they navigated the ache of almost-love... and the fire of something real.
This is a story of healing, of letting go of the past and daring to believe in a future again. A story of passion restrained by distance, tenderness tested by time, and two souls learning to hold space for each other's pain.
It is about the patience of a man who never asked her to be less, and the woman who slowly realized she didn't have to prove her worth through suffering.
A love not defined by labels, but by steady presence.
A flame that flickered-but never died.
And the grenade, not thrown to harm, but held between them as a symbol of devotion, of understanding, of a choice made in the quiet.
This is not a story of being saved. It's a story of being seen.