A telephone rings. It's eerie song emanating through the entire room. As I reluctantly pick up the phone, I can't help but feel I've done this before. Music. "Hello Margaret." She says it in such a way that it becomes clear to you she's smiling on the other line. "I see you've been looking for something interesting. You've come to the right place." The dial tone follows immediately before I could say anything.
{chapters 1-9 are unpublished for reconstruction}
They say your first love is never really your last.
It's the one that teaches you how much your heart can hold-and how easily it can break. It's the feeling you never expect but somehow always remember. It doesn't come wrapped in perfection. In fact, it's often messy. Loud. Complicated. Full of silent stares across classrooms and text messages that say "goodnight" when you really mean "don't leave."
This is not a love story with a fairytale ending.
This is a story about two teenagers who didn't know how to love yet-but tried anyway. About a girl who had just transferred to a new school, carrying quiet sadness in her eyes. About a boy who joked too much, talked too loud, and hid his softness under layers of laughter and chaos.
It's about the teasing. The almosts. The missed chances. The apologies that came too late. The good days that felt like forever-and the bad ones that felt like drowning.
Most of all, it's about that stage in your life when you love with everything, even when you don't know what love is yet.
This is the story of Adriana and Liam.
Of how they found each other.
How they lost each other.
And how sometimes, loving someone first... doesn't mean loving them forever.