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Clara moves to Paris at twenty-two with a suitcase, a few books, and no real plan just the quiet hope that distance might help her understand herself better. The city doesn't know her name, and at first, that feels like freedom.
She finds comfort in small things: a tiny apartment, a bookstore that smells like paper and safety, a new friendship that feels easy in a way she isn't used to. Little by little, Paris begins to feel less like a place she's visiting and more like somewhere she might stay.
Then there's Luca.
He doesn't rush her. He doesn't ask for much. He just exists in her space, steady and observant, and Clara feels old patterns waking up inside her the urge to be wanted, the fear of disappearing into someone else again.
This is a story about starting over, about learning a new language and a new version of yourself. About wanting without taking, about comfort that feels frightening, and about choosing not to shrink, even when it would be easier to do so.
It's quiet. It's intimate. And it's about the moment you realize that finding yourself might mean standing still instead of reaching out.