DreamyReader_707
He was the only home I ever chose.
And I was the home he burned down.
In the quiet aftermath of a love that once felt eternal, one cruel betrayal tore their world apart. Left with nothing but silence and shattered vows, he walked away - carrying wounds no one could see.
But love, even broken, refuses to die quietly.
Now, with time running out and a handful of unsent letters stained with regret, the past returns... asking for one last chance to say goodbye
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Some hearts heal in the light.
Ours learned to bleed in the dark.
This is not a love story.
This is what remains when love almost makes it home.
Almost Home..