The unspoken dreams

The unspoken dreams

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Serin Aveline wasn't supposed to cross paths with Eren Solen again. The weekend trip was just that - a weekend. A blur of shared glances, easy laughter, and the kind of connection that feels accidental and temporary. But life didn't leave it there. Back in the real world, their paths collide again - unexpected, unplanned, and charged with the same quiet pull neither of them spoke about. Eren feels drawn to her in ways he can't explain. Serin keeps her distance with walls she doesn't talk about. They're not a love story. Not a tragedy. Not anything... yet. But some people slip into your life so softly, you don't realize how much space they take up until they're already there. And sometimes, the quietest beginnings become the hardest endings.
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Some silences speak louder than love confessions. Lune didn't wear dresses. Endri didn't ask questions. Until one morning changed both. Set in the quiet corridors and shadowed classrooms of a university , when Lune shows up in a black dress she wouldn't normally wear, and Endri crosses the street just to walk beside her, something shifts. What starts as casual teasing and coffee turns into something heavier-silent glances across classrooms, prose that sounds too personal, bruises that don't have stories, and a past that doesn't want to stay buried. It's about the unspoken things. The mornings that mean more than they should. The friend you never meant to fall into. And the distance you keep... just to feel safe. A soft, emotional slow-burn about friendship that might be something more-if only someone were brave enough to say it.

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