Drowning in Blue

Belle lived for one thing and one thing only: architecture. It was the only reason she ever felt truly alive. The only things that could stir something inside her were the columns of ancient temples, stained-glass windows glowing inside old churches, and towering domes reaching toward the sky. Everything else passed her by without leaving so much as a scratch on her soul.
In a way, she was a cathedral herself - silent, imposing, built to withstand time, shut tight against unnecessary noise and people who didn't belong.

Noah, who by all rights should've been her salvation, her safe harbor, felt like the exact opposite.
He was a supernova igniting in the center of her heart - breathtaking and catastrophic all at once. The beginning of an inevitable collapse.
He didn't belong within the clean geometry she'd spent years building. He threw off every perfect proportion, every carefully measured line. Just by existing, he rendered all her old blueprints obsolete and forced her to start from scratch.

If you're not ready for love, how can you be ready for life&