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Twenty Fifteen
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В процессе, впервые опубликовано июн. 10, 2020
Year 2015: Our paths crossed.


Date Started: June 11, 2020
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Courtside Chemistry (UNDER REVISION)

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An Epistolary ♡ | Sports Romance 🏀📰 In life, it's the little things that escape us... the glance that stays just a heartbeat too long, a forgotten cup of coffee cooling as someone drifts away in thought, the quiet ticking of time drowned out by the noise we choose to ignore. It's in these fleeting fragments, the shy smile tucked behind seriousness, moments of hesitation or silence that speak louder than words can carry concealed meanings that go unrecognized. Even the way someone's eyes brighten when talking about what they used to love, the silences thick with meaning, the little gestures, and unconscious habits that hidden emotions quietly live, waiting for someone else to notice them. It's within these unnoticed walls that Cailey Saavedra and Siobhan Rivero's fate unfolds at Sinclair Authreo de Epiphania University. What once were simple crossings now pulse with meaning. As Cailey steps into her role as Courtside Reporter, covering Siobhan's games, she starts to catch the subtle signs, the quiet glances, the little gesture that reveal something deeper than words. Amid the roar of cheering crowds and the rush of article's deadlines, a delicate, unspoken connection blooms, written not in headlines but in the silence between them.