I didn’t mean to write a romance.
It just… happened.
There’s a boy who knows how to survive pain, but not questions.
There’s a girl who learned early that being exceptional was the only way to be seen.
They meet in a library. Nothing explodes. Everything does.
It’s about silence.
About failure that doesn’t make noise.
About caring when it would be safer not to.
Also there’s rugby, bad decisions, emotional damage, and absolutely no guarantee your heart will come out untouched.
So if you like:
– slow burns that hurt a little
– characters who think too much and say too little
– “I can’t fix you but I’ll sit here anyway” energy
…then maybe this is for you.
Read at your own risk.
I’m not responsible for emotional attachment.
