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by Nabrielle Moon
"Some souls don't collide. They return."
Sol believes in reverence-in poetry, in prayers, in the kind of silence that aches before it heals. She lives slowly, like every hour is borrowed, and every word should be written with care.
Sky believes in nothing.
Not in destiny.
Not in softness.
And especially not in whatever it is that keeps pulling his gaze back to her.
They meet by accident. Or maybe not.
Maybe they've been meeting for lifetimes, forgetting and finding each other again in quiet places no one notices.
This is not a love story built on grand gestures.
It is built on glances, on withheld words, on the holiness of being seen without having to be explained.
Some love stories don't explode.
They sanctify.