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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✓
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Ongoing, First published Mar 11
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𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 
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She believed in small joys-
The scent of old books,
The gentleness of nature,
The calm of night skies,
And the comfort of a friend who always waited.

He believed in promises-
The kind you never have to speak aloud,
because she already knew.

Years of friendship built their world - steady and unshaken-
until one unspoken misunderstanding cracked the silence between them.

Words turned sharp.
Distance replaced laughter.
And just like that the people who once knew each other best became strangers.

Will they find each other again?
Their forever?

Or will everything change -
the way seasons do?

Quietly, without waiting?

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--- She wakes-not confused, not afraid. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous. The room is a void: black walls, suffocating silence, a dim light barely clinging to life above her. Heavy curtains choke the windows, hiding the world-or hiding her from it. She doesn't flinch. She observes. She remembers enough. The door creaks open. And he enters. The man whose name once softened her spine now only hardens her resolve. The man who thought love was something he could break her with. She doesn't scramble. She doesn't beg. Her hands are cuffed to the bed-small detail. Temporary inconvenience. She lifts her head, meets his gaze. He looks at her like he still owns her. She looks at him like he's already dead. Her voice slices through the silence-low, steady, venom-laced: "Was it you?" Not a plea. A warning. ---