heartless, and breathless | ryeji

heartless, and breathless | ryeji

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Ryujin's heart doesn't beat. Diagnosed with a rare, unexplained condition, Ryujin lives with a heart that doesn't move-trapped somewhere between alive and not. She's grown used to the quiet, to the stillness, and not feeling anything at all. Then she meets Yeji, fragile, but full of life. Terminally ill with a lung disease, Yeji is loud, bright, and full of life in all the ways Ryujin isn't. She dances with her oxygen tank, sings off-key, and makes the world feel a little warmer. Ryujin never planned to care about anyone. But when Yeji's around, her heart starts to stir-softly, slowly. (Based on the Girls will be Girls teaser, obviously.)
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In a world that felt just a little unrealㅡlike a moment lifted from an old filmㅡJisu found herself caught in something delicate and dangerous. It wasn't just love. It was something more complicated, something shadowed. When Ryujin entered her life, she didn't make a scene. She simply appeared, calm and certain, like something that had always been meant to happen. There was something about herㅡbeautiful, distant, and almost fragileㅡthat made it impossible to look away. Both women bore the invisible scars of their pasts, the kind that linger in silences and sharpen the edges of smiles. And yet, they shone. There was a brilliance in themㅡquiet, defiantㅡlit by the kind of strength born only from surviving the dark. Drawn together by unseen forces, they moved as if led by a gravity deeper than choice, pulled not by reason but by something far more human: hope. But love, like music, insists on motion. With each tentative step, they found themselves edging closer to the thorns buried beneath their memories. The rhythm of emotion pressed on, a haunting refrain echoing through the fragile space between them. And still, the question hung in the air like smoke from a long-burned flameㅡcould they outrun the echoes of what had come before, or would the past tear apart the delicate thing they had dared to build? *** Book 1: Roses and Thorns (Completed) Book 2: Poisoned Flowers (Ongoing)

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