DyavaniChandan
They meet at eighteen, at the age where dreams are fragile things that are easily broken and easily hidden.
She is soft, obedient, the kind of girl who folds her dreams and keeps them safe between the pages of a diary.
He is calm on the outside and stormy on the inside, the kind of boy who hides his pain behind a smile and turns every heartbreak into a silent movie in his mind.
What she doesn't say out loud, he understands without words.
What he pretends isn't hurting, she notices before anyone else.
She is a gentle breeze. He is the quiet sky. Both unnoticed by the world, until they notice each other.
She has spent her life moulding herself to others' expectations, never daring to disobey, never daring to take up space. He has spent his life carrying everyone else's weight, never letting anyone see the cracks in his chest.
She dreams of becoming something.
He dreams of creating something.
But neither of them has ever said those dreams aloud.
At first, their connection is accidental, two soft souls recognising the same loneliness in each other.
He becomes the first person who looks at her dreams like they're real. She becomes the first person who looks at his pain and doesn't turn away.
He teaches her how to breathe for herself. She teaches him how to rest, how to lean, how to stop pretending he's fine.
Slowly, they become each other's safe place.
Slowly, they become each other's courage.
They never fall in love in one sudden moment.
They grow into it quietly. Like dawn slipping into daylight. Like a story that was always meant to be written. Like two halves that finally realized they were whole together.
She becomes the strength he never knew he needed.
He becomes the voice she never knew she had.
Somewhere between shared silences and unspoken promises, they become one, not because they complete each other, but because they finally feel complete beside each other.
Now, let's dive into the teenage love story with heartbreak and heal.