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It was never meant to be personal. Just a notebook for planning days, keeping track of routines, and making life feel organised, however... Somewhere between crossed-out lists and unfinished sentences, Sophia starts appearing where she doesn't belong. Late nights blur into early mornings, honesty slips out too easily, and feelings refuse to stay contained in the margins. Told through quiet moments and forced truths, Lines We Left Unfinished is a slow-burn story about noticing someone slowly, loving them accidentally, and realising some things were written long before they were ever said out loud.

September 9th 2019. That very date became the reason Violet Parks cannot stand the number 9. She despises it with everything in her. She lost not only her best friend, but herself that day. She wasn't the Violet anyone knew anymore. She changed completely. Schools, haircut, her friends. She was barely Violet anymore. She couldn't be Violet without her Izzy. Bryson Cade finally had his life together. It seemed. He got the captain position on his school's football team. Number 9. He was dating the most popular girl in the school. No one knew his secret. It was perfect. His dad might finally be proud of him. Bryce didn't want to change anything. He was finally okay with his life. Until a certain someone with a certain hatred towards his favorite number. That's when he changed everything.

Halo Brown is a 24 year old Californian girl who lives life to the absolute fullest. On a trip to Mexico, she bumps into a stranger and he asks her to dance to the music coming from the street parade. She doesn't realize it's harry styles though. She only realizes he's famous after she catches feelings. Will halo get over his status, or will her hate for fame, paparazzi, and fangirls drive a wedge between them?

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Dani has a talent for three things: making music, avoiding her feelings, and overthinking literally everything Sophia does. Sophia just exists. Calm. Patient. Observant. Way too close for comfort. This is a Sodani fanfic about studio sessions, dumb inner thoughts, lingering looks, and nothing happening-until it does. No drama. No rush. Just tension simmering - low and slow.