Between Nightfalls and New Beginnings

Our story began in two cities, separated by distance and my own fears. For years, I avoided him, clinging to the rigid belief that love was a mistake. Society had convinced me relationships were wrong, a weakness I couldn't afford. But life, as it often does, had other plans.

When I finally let him in, it felt like discovering a missing piece of myself. He wasn't just another boy. He became my sanctuary-the one who helped me heal from the past I didn't think I'd survive.

But blessings can be fleeting. Three months into our relationship, just as I began to feel grounded, he asked for a break. His reasons were logical-competitive exams, a future he needed to focus on. I tried to understand, but I wasn't ready. I was just learning to stand when the ground beneath me gave way again.

For months, I fought to climb out of that hole, to find a way forward. But love has a way of returning, stronger than before. And so did he.

What happened next? Let's just say, the story was far from over.