histórias de Quietmorning

So I was bored one day and I just started writing, the scene was set and I just went with it. I'm not really sure where this story will take me, but here is what I have so far. Let me know if you like it!

Elara has built a life of quiet comforts-mornings filled with coffee steam and well-loved books, evenings wrapped in soft music and solitude. After years of learning how to live gently with herself, she isn't looking for love. Not anymore. But when Luca-a soft-spoken artist with a past he won't quite name-wanders into her little café one rainy afternoon, something unspoken settles between them. He's all quiet edges and careful pauses, carrying a silence that feels too familiar. Elara recognizes it. She once lived in it, too. Their connection unfolds slowly-in shared silences, subtle glances, and the steady rhythm of two people relearning how to trust softness after the world has been loud. This is not a story of grand gestures. It is a story of healing hands, late-night conversations, and a love that bloomed gently- like sunlight creeping across the floorboards

A quiet morning.