When It's Just The Two Of Us

When It's Just The Two Of Us

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Fiction
Romance
College and University
Friends to Lovers
Romantic Comedy
"Sometimes, we don't remember the beginning or the end. Just how it felt." Stella and Kian are two people quietly carrying more than they ever say out loud, each worn down by their own private battles. In a world that rarely offers refuge, they find an unexpected shelter in one another. Through soft silences, shared glances, and the fragile spaces between growing up and barely holding on, something tender begins to form. It isn't loud or perfect, but it is real. A quiet kind of love built on presence, steady and unspoken, that holds them through the ache of becoming.
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We were everything once-partners in survival, dreamers with ink-stained fingers and comic book hearts. Avery Quinn and Eli Moskowitz grew up speaking a language no one else understood. But then he became Hawk, and silence became their new native tongue. Now, we don't talk. Not about the betrayal. Not about the dojo politics. Not about the time he broke something between us I'm not sure can ever be fixed. Still, the universe isn't done with us. Forced to train side by side, fight on the same team, and face the consequences of the war we were both shaped by... I start to see flashes of the boy beneath the bravado. And maybe, when he looks at me, he sees the girl who never stopped being home. This isn't just a story about love. It's about the bruises we carry, the words we never say, and the fight to reclaim what we lost- before it's too late. Original Story only on Wattpad.

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