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Ongoing, First published Aug 26
Areia had always believed that love was supposed to feel warm, like sunlight on skin.

But with Zoren, it felt more like standing in the shadows-always close, but never enough.

Because no matter how many times she caught his gaze, no matter how much of her heart she silently gave him... his eyes always searched for her.

Kathlyn.
Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. The girl who didn't even know she held the kind of power that could break one heart easily.

Every word, every laugh, every tender glance - Zoren gave them all away, and Areia was left with the echo of a name she could never compete with.

Her name on His lips.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of love - watching the person you'd give everything to, fall hopelessly for someone who would never be you.










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Started on: August 28 2025
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