Contact Sport

Contact Sport

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Eden, a girl afraid of touch Logan, a boy who's love language is physical touch Eden Thorne never wanted the spotlight. Her art speaks for her-vivid, emotional, and deeply personal-but the world seems more interested in the mystery behind the brush than the work itself. One gallery show, one panic attack, and one stranger in the hallway are all it takes to unravel her carefully kept distance. Logan Kelly wasn't looking for anything-especially not in an art gallery. But something about the girl on the floor, and the raw honesty in her paintings, lingers longer than he expects. What follows isn't loud or obvious. It's quiet. Uncertain. Real.
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He draws constellations on his sneakers and disappears in a crowd like he was never there. The other lights up every room he walks into-too loud, too much, and somehow still lonely. One hides behind silence. The other behind a smile. And when their worlds finally collide, it's not fireworks- It's quiet. Slow. A little bit painful. At a school where people only see what they want to, one boy is being hurt in the moments no one's around. And the only one who sees it? Pretends not to-until he can't anymore. A slow-burn love story about unspoken things, hallway bruises, unshared lunches, and the terrifying softness of being seen. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, inspired in part by real-life observations-moments, people, and dynamics that lingered in memory. While the characters and events are mostly fictional, some emotional experiences were drawn from things I've seen or felt in passing. If any part of the story seems to be similar to another it is unintentional. I also don't own any of the art that you might see all credits go to original owners but if you'd like to use any of the characters please ask first.

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