When The Song Was Ours

Love isn't measured by time or grand gestures.
It's about what you choose to make with it while you're there.

We loved through creation.
Through melodies, late nights, coffee cups, and quiet moments that felt like magic.
We learned how to build light, even when the world around us began to dim.

Love, I learned, isn't what you're given.
It's what you create.

This is us.
And this is what we made.

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Author's note: This story contains references to chronic illness, loss, and self-harm. Please read with care.

Also, this is NOT a fanfic, all characters in this story were created for this story only.