never yours, ella; anggrainiadelaa

Ciella didn't expect anything that night-
not the quiet hallway, not the package sitting in front of her door, and definitely not what was inside it.

Letters.

Dozens of them. All addressed to someone with a single initial-L. Each one filled with a kind of love that felt too real, too intimate, like it was never meant to be read by anyone else.

She tells herself it's none of her business.

She reads them anyway.

And then there's Luke.

Complicated, distant, and impossible to understand-but somehow, the only person who makes everything feel real. Being with him is messy, confusing, and nothing like the kind of love Ciella promised herself she'd avoid.

But the closer she gets, the more it starts to feel familiar.

Like she's been here before.
Like she's already seen how this ends.

***

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰.