How Kindness Broke Me

Their love was never loud. It lived in quiet glances, in the soft ache of hands that almost touched, in the silence that said more than words ever could.

Faith Valencia loved as if the world would forgive her for it-wildly, desperately, without pause. Cael Bautista loved her in return, but gently. Too gently. The kind of love that felt like a prayer, whispered but never answered.

He was all restraint. She was all ruin.
And somewhere between his tenderness and her chaos, they broke-not from hate, but from love that was too soft to survive.

Because the truth is,
it's not the cruelty that lingers.
It's the warmth.
It's the gentleness.
It's remembering how someone could hold you like you were made of light,
then walk away as if you weren't.