Threads of Tomorrow: Chase
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Sometimes, love doesn't arrive loudly.
It comes quietly-disguised as a stranger.
He wasn't supposed to matter.
But somehow, he became her routine, her prayers, her future.
They built dreams, shared moments, and believed in a once upon a time that felt unbreakable-until one day, everything stopped.
Now she's left with memories she doesn't know how to let go of, and a story that never reached its happily ever after.
This is a story about unexpected love, unfinished endings, and the kind of connection that stays-even when the person doesn't.
I will never stop chasing you.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.
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