Rules for Falling for Rory | MIKHAIAH

Some rules are meant to be broken. Especially the ones you make yourself.
There are stories that start with fireworks. This wasn't one of them. This was slow-aching, deliberate, like sunlight inching across a frozen floor. In a world that demanded restraint, Rory loved with rules. Rules she wrote in her head, rules she thought would protect the people she loved most. But even the most careful hearts can crack in silence.

She was all logic. Mads was all light. Somewhere in the push and pull, in the things left unsaid, they learned how fragile closeness could be-how distance doesn't always begin with leaving. This is a story of what lingers. Of love carried quietly, stitched between moments. Of what happens when the rules don't work anymore.