For Elise

For Elise

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MatureOngoing7h 56m

Last published Fri, Feb 6, 2026

lesbian lgbt mentalhealth newadult romance

(TW) Please make sure to take into consideration that there are many triggering topics in this story such as depression, suicide, self-harm, abuse, rape and general signs of mental unwellness. There are also NSFW scenes. It is my duty as the author to let you know. If you are okay with all that, please I'd love it if you gave my story a read. Thank you so much :3 . . . Elise is a seventeen year old girl. She has always been alone, but now, she feels more lonely than ever, after losing her beloved mother, the only person she had in this world. But, when in the depths of despair, there is always someone who comes and brightens your life when you least expect it. Elise meets a lovely cheerful girl at her summer school, named Ingrid, and they slowly grow closer and closer. While Elise is still struggling, will she keep going, as long as she has Ingrid by her side? Will she learn how to love herself and Ingrid as well? This is a tale of love and self-actualization and how you can always raise from your ashes, like a phoenix with flaming wings.

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welcome to this story. i don't really know what it is yet - maybe it's a love story, maybe it's a confession, maybe it's just pages full of everything i couldn't say out loud. i didn't plan on writing this. it didn't start with a perfect idea or a cup of coffee or one of those playlists that make you cry at 2am. it started with her. with the stories we used to make up at night - the kind you whisper before falling asleep, soft and half-real. it became a tradition, something small but ours. she once told me i should post them on wattpad. i laughed it off. and when everything ended, i thought... why not? so i wrote this. not to bring her back, but to remember what it felt like when words still meant us. when everything was new and fragile and maybe too much. when love didn't start in a crowded room, but in a glowing screen, where two people who were never supposed to meet somehow did - through an app, a message, a spark that became a story. i wrote it like someone trying to hold on and let go at the same time. like someone who keeps rewriting moments in their head, wondering if things could've been different. this isn't perfect. it won't have clean chapters or a happy ending tied with a bow. it's about feeling too much and saying too little. about loving someone quietly and wondering if they ever noticed. about the distance between what we feel and what we dare to say. and now you're here. reading this. which means maybe, just maybe, you've felt this too. maybe you've loved someone who was never really yours. maybe you've turned your pain into fiction just to make it hurt less. maybe you understand. so... welcome. to the story that wasn't supposed to be a story. to the chaos and the softness and the things left unsaid. so welcome to the story where Gio meets Élise through an app - and what starts as curiosity turns into something raw, magnetic, and impossible to name. where midnight messages become confessions, and distance becomes both a wall and a thread.

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