I still miss your voice..

I still miss your voice..

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You were supposed to be his forever - the girl he wrote every song for, the one he came home to after the lights faded. But forever cracked under the weight of distance, late-night fights, and words spoken too sharply or not at all. Now, a year after the separation, you're back in his city - older, colder, and still haunted by the sound of his voice in your head. He's moved on, or at least that's what the headlines say. But when your paths cross again, it's clear: the pain never really left either of you. He's still wearing the ring. You're still trying to forget ho
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She never meant to fall for him. Not like this. Not in a game. By day, Lily is a poetry-blooded romantic hiding behind the fan account @oceanmoonlight, where she writes about Calum Hood like he's something divine. Untouchable. By night, she's Leviosa-just a quiet girl with a sharp tongue, playing Fortnite to outrun the noise in her head. And him? He's LooseUnit. He's sarcasm and silence and the low rasp of a voice that curls into her skin. She doesn't know his name. Not at first. But she knows the way he listens. The way he laughs when he shouldn't. The way he says her name, like a secret he wants to keep. What begins as flirtation turns into something quieter. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone else. She answers in poetry disguised as jokes. Every match becomes a confession. Every win, a heartbeat. Every loss, a longing. And then-slowly, softly-they know. Without saying it, without needing to. He's Calum Hood. And she's the girl who's been writing about him for years. But neither of them dares to break the spell. Not yet. Not when it's still this tender. Because sometimes the most beautiful kind of love is the one that exists between the lines. a poem, posted late at night: "You ruined me quietly- like the song I played too often, like the game I swore I wouldn't get attached to, like the voice I never should've missed."

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