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Seriously, You're from Where?
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Ongoing, First published May 20
Mature
Some love stories start with a spark; Theirs began with a crash through dimensions.


Aurelia wasn't looking for anything cosmic. Between dodging school drama, her mom's overbearing expectations, and the chaos of growing up, she barely has time to breathe let alone fall in love.


Then Kairion crashes into her life. 


Literally. 


He's smart, annoying, kind of adorable, and definitely not from around here.....


Like, not even from this universe.


He comes from another universe where feelings are monitored, love is forbidden, and fate is something you obey, not fight for. 


Aurelia thinks he's weird. 


He thinks Earth is exhausting. 


But somehow, between sarcasm, stargazing, and shared playlists, they start to fall.


Hard.


But love across worlds isn't just complicated; it's impossible. And sometimes, no matter how much two people want to rewrite the stars, the universe just won't budge.



This isn't a story about love conquering all.


It's about the kind of love that stays with you, even when it can't stay at all.
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