between dreams and vows

between dreams and vows

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Prologue If someone had asked Ava to describe her life plan, she would've said something articulate-like balance, or fulfillment, or not losing her mind before thirty. Instead, she got a wedding she wasn't ready for, a husband who rushed everything, and a career she barely had time to miss before it slipped through her fingers. Then-boom. She went to bed on her wedding night, exhausted, annoyed, and vaguely regretful. And woke up on her honeymoon. Same husband. Different country. No memory of how she got there. The next morning? A new version of her life again. One day she's a wife. The next, a mother. Then an executive in a skyline office she doesn't remember earning. Some days it feels like winning. Others, like drowning. Time doesn't wait for her. It yanks her forward, skips the chapters, rewrites the lines. Now Ava's just trying to figure out what she wanted in the first place-before life finishes the story without asking her how it ends.
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It starts fast-like lightning striking dry earth. What begins as a spark becomes a fire neither of them can contain. It's the kind of love that keeps you up at night, wide-eyed and breathless, not out of fear, but because you can't bear to miss a single moment. It bruises the heart in places no one sees, but never breaks it-never harms it. Just leaves fingerprints, soft and lingering. Leaving would be easier if love ever truly left. But it doesn't. It lingers in the walls, in the sheets, in the silence between words. One heart clings to memory, loving what was. The other leans into the unknown, loving what might be. And somewhere in between, love becomes a duty-an unspoken promise, heavy and unshakable. All she wants is quiet now. Not the silence of loneliness, but the stillness of peace. A place where her heart doesn't have to choose between two kinds of love-only rest in the safety of her own.

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