A poet's soul fell in love with a man made of blueprints and silence.
He built bridges.
She painted ruins.
He loved with restraint.
She loved like she was bleeding.
Callum was an engineer-made of structure, order, and lines that never dared to curve.
Evelyn was an artist-messy, loud-hearted, and always a little too much for the world to hold.
They met in the hush of a library, between books and breaths.
They loved in quiet chaos-notes left in pockets, shared coffee, stolen glances in the rain.
But some fires don't warm.
Some fires consume.
As love grew louder, the silence between them began to scream.
Dreams pulled them in different directions. Words stopped arriving in time.
Now, they are two ghosts walking through a life they almost had-
remembering the heat,
living with the ash.
π For readers who believe the quietest heartbreaks echo the loudest.
π A literary slow-burn. A love story that doesn't end, it lingers.
β A girl who sees in color. A boy who builds in grayscale.
π₯ What do you do when the one you love becomes the one you let go?