CaityJadee
Some mistakes don't feel like mistakes until it's too late.
Forgetting an umbrella when it rains. Skipping breakfast and regretting it by noon. Leaving something behind, assuming you'll remember to grab it later.
Losing a letter... my letter... felt like one of those small, insignificant mistakes at first. A brief lapse in memory. A minor inconvenience.
Until it wasn't.
Until it turned into something I couldn't take back.
I should have noticed earlier. Maybe if I had, I could have gone back, retraced my steps, fixed it before it became a problem. But that's the thing about mistakes like these. You don't recognise their weight until they're already pulling you under.
And now, I was drowning in it.
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Lena Carter has spent years writing letters to her future husband, private thoughts, quiet hopes, and confessions she never intended to share. It was supposed to be a tradition, a secret she kept folded between the pages of her notebook, safe from the world... Until she loses one.
Left behind in a quiet London café, the letter, her most vulnerable one yet falls into the hands of a stranger. But not just any stranger. Harry Styles. International superstar. Tabloid favourite. The last person she expected to be holding her words in his hands.
When Lena returns to the café the following Sunday, expecting nothing, she finds him waiting for her letter in hand, a knowing smirk on his lips, and an unreadable expression in his green eyes.
What starts as a curious game of fate quickly turns into something neither of them can ignore. Harry is charming, infuriating, impossible, and completely off-limits. Lena is convinced she's just a momentary distraction in his world-someone to toy with before he moves on.
But the letters don't lie. And neither do the unspoken words between them.