{ ON PAUSE - only for the time being till i finish the other fic } πβπ ππππππ π’π ππ π‘βπ ππππ’ππ πππ ππππππ’π ππππ€πππ π€π πππ’ππ π ππππ‘βπππ π π ππ’π‘ ππ π‘βπ ππ π·πΌππ΄π π~ Sometimes, all you need is someone who takes you out of the Ordinary. . . . . . . Some stories don't begin with a spark. Some begin in silence, in a dusty childhood memory you didn't know still lived inside you. Raen didn't expect to see him again, not like this, mid-season, with cameras rolling and a script trembling in her hands. Charles Leclerc isn't the boy she remembers. And she's not the girl he used to know. Their friendship was always running warm - like tires just shy of overheating. Always one corner away from something more. And love? It was never part of the plan. Not when she's still carrying the grief she doesn't talk about. Not when she's still mourning the boy who once taught her what it meant to love... and what it meant to lose. π | childhood friends to lovers |
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