Not this time.
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Ongoing10m
Last published Thu, Jun 12, 2025
"Not this time" is a collection of quietly, desvatating, emotionally rich sapphic short stories about the kind of love that doesn't last but never really leaves. These one-shots explore the fragile space between soulmates and strangers, between almost and goodbye.
"We found each other once, but not this time"
For readers who crave softness wrapped in sorrows, and who know that sometimes love is true, just not enough. For the girls who almost had forever. For the ones who had to walk away. For the ones who still set the table for two..
~English not my first langage~
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