Story cover for I Wish I Was by SD_Drake
I Wish I Was
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    Time 1h 5m
Ongoing, First published Jul 14
I Wish I Was is a tender portrait of two unnamed individuals caught in the quiet pull of almost-love. Neither strangers nor quite lovers, they move through days threaded with meaning - sharing laughter over a board game café table, standing beneath the shimmer of fireworks, exchanging glances that say more than words ever could.

Through fleeting moments and gentle silences, their bond deepens, shaped by what's left unsaid and what's quietly hoped for. Each vignette captures the slow bloom of affection in the spaces between friendship and something more - the warmth of a hand that almost reaches out, the heartbeat of a moment that almost becomes love.

I Wish I Was is a story of modern romance told in fragments - an exploration of longing, timing, and the fragile beauty of attempting to find someone who feels like home.
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"It was never meant to be more than tea." A healer with too much heart. A prince with too much pride. They were friends first - a quiet bond built over shared cups of tea, soft laughter in an apothecary, and banter that lingered far too long beneath the surface. But some feelings refuse to stay buried. And when war calls them both away, the fragile thread between them begins to fray. Now, on battlefields and in borrowed hours, friendship becomes a shield they can no longer hold - and longing becomes the one thing neither dares to name. Friends to lovers. Slow burn. Banter sharp enough to bleed. Longing written in every silence. You didn't sign up for this much pain. Neither did they.