the way i loved you.

the way i loved you.

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"Why are we even fighting?! This isn't even a real relationship." "Because, I care about you more than I want to admit!" • • • Avalina just moved back to her hometown after her Mom passed away. She now sees the world through glasses masked with grief. Luke just got wrapped up in the wrong crowd after falling behind in school. He has always seen the world through a small window. Avalina chooses to pull Luke into a fake relationship when she realizes nothing is the same as it was when she left. He can make her ex jealous while she makes his Mom think that he's putting effort into school again. Amidst the grief and grades, there's feelings stirring up between the two of them. However, they're both in denial despite the countless stolen glances. This is the story of the moon and the sun portrayed between two reckless teenagers.
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She never meant to fall for him. Not like this. Not in a game. By day, Lily is a poetry-blooded romantic hiding behind the fan account @oceanmoonlight, where she writes about Calum Hood like he's something divine. Untouchable. By night, she's Leviosa-just a quiet girl with a sharp tongue, playing Fortnite to outrun the noise in her head. And him? He's LooseUnit. He's sarcasm and silence and the low rasp of a voice that curls into her skin. She doesn't know his name. Not at first. But she knows the way he listens. The way he laughs when he shouldn't. The way he says her name, like a secret he wants to keep. What begins as flirtation turns into something quieter. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone else. She answers in poetry disguised as jokes. Every match becomes a confession. Every win, a heartbeat. Every loss, a longing. And then-slowly, softly-they know. Without saying it, without needing to. He's Calum Hood. And she's the girl who's been writing about him for years. But neither of them dares to break the spell. Not yet. Not when it's still this tender. Because sometimes the most beautiful kind of love is the one that exists between the lines. a poem, posted late at night: "You ruined me quietly- like the song I played too often, like the game I swore I wouldn't get attached to, like the voice I never should've missed."

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