The Summer We Lost Time

The Summer We Lost Time

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, dic 4, 2024
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Recently relocated in a remote mountain village to live with his estranged Uncle. Y/N L/N finds himsef ensnared in a web of fragmented memories and ethereal connections. Haunted by dreamlike memories that don't quite make sense. Through the whispers of the past, he unravels clues to a long-buried tragedy that would force him to confront the darkness within. As the boundaries between reality and memory blurred, they grasped for answers that lay waiting.
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Danielle Marsh has always lived her life quietly - a ghost in the halls of Roseview High. Standing 5'7" with messy wavy hair, oversized sweaters, and her ever-present glasses tucked over a nose buried in books, Danielle hates attention more than anything. Her world is silent, safe, predictable - until the night her cousin Minji drags her to a house party "just for fun." She didn't plan to talk. She didn't plan to stay. And she definitely didn't plan for Hanni Pham. Hanni - bold, radiant, and slightly tipsy - is a popular YouTuber known for her chaotic energy and addictive smile. With her signature bob cut and a laugh that carries across a room, she's used to the spotlight and always assumes she knows everyone in it. But that night, in the haze of music and neon, she meets a girl she doesn't recognize - a girl who doesn't stammer, who doesn't shrink, who kisses like she's never been kissed before. That girl is Danielle - but not the Danielle anyone at school would recognize. In the fog of alcohol and longing, Hanni gives in to the moment. They end up in a room with dim lights, tangled limbs, whispered names. Hanni wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and an even worse realization. The girl sleeping beside her... is that Danielle? Pale and stunned, Hanni pulls away. Guilt, confusion, and fear claw at her chest. How could she not know? And worse - what does this mean now? For Danielle, who had never even been kissed before, the night was something out of a fantasy. But for Hanni, it threatens to unravel everything - her image, her channel, her understanding of who she is. Now bound by a secret neither of them can speak aloud, the two must navigate awkward glances, whispered questions, and the inevitable fallout. But as their paths cross again and again in the most unexpected ways, they start to wonder: Was it really a mistake... or was it fate?

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