silent love ⟡ Ha Yi-Chan
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In a world that never stops talking, he chose to be feared - and she chose to disappear.
He's the boy everyone avoids: quiet, distant, and wrapped in rumors darker than the look in his eyes.
She's the girl no one remembers: shy, soft-spoken, and almost invisible in a world too loud for her silence.
But when fear meets fragility, a love begins that needs no words.
A glance down a hallway, a shared moment in the rain, a book exchanged without sound - these small, quiet moments spark a connection neither expected. Slowly, they discover a bond deeper than words: a language spoken only in silence, one only they understand.
Yet the past doesn't fade easily, and fear doesn't leave quietly.
Silent Love is a story of unspoken pain, of a love born in shadows, and of two hearts learning to hold each other - without ever needing to speak.
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