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The first time Adrian saw her, she was standing under the glow of a streetlamp, looking up at the sky as if she belonged there.
She had the kind of beauty that didn’t need embellishment—long, flowing black hair cascading like midnight silk, porcelain skin that seemed to glow even in the dim light, and eyes so deep and knowing, as if they had seen a thousand lifetimes before this one. She looked angelic, almost otherworldly.
He was twenty-four, hardened by reality, standing on the edges of dreams he had long since abandoned. A man of shadows and quiet solitude, his presence commanded attention without trying—tall, dark, and effortlessly magnetic. And yet, he had never seen anything as captivating as her.
She turned and caught him watching. Instead of looking away, she smiled.
"You always stare like that?" she teased, voice soft yet filled with amusement.
Adrian smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Only when I see something that doesn’t seem real."
She tilted her head, studying him. "Maybe you’re just not used to looking closely enough."
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Her name was Seraphine. Nineteen, full of wonder, a dreamer who believed in fate and destiny. She loved poetry, the feeling of wind in her hair, and the way the stars never shone the same way twice.
Adrian was different. He had long since buried the idea of miracles and soulmates, too used to the world taking more than it ever gave. Yet, around her, the impossible seemed closer.
"You don’t believe in fate?" she asked him one evening as they sat by the riverbank, her fingers lazily tracing patterns in the water.
Adrian exhaled, watching the city lights flicker across the waves. "I believe in choices. You choose what you hold on to, what you let go of."
Seraphine smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Then why are you holding on to me?"
He turned to her, his dark eyes holding a softness that few ever got to see. "Because some things... you don’t let go of, no matter what."
She didn’t reply. Instead, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and he let himself believe—just for a moment—that maybe some things were meant to be.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLLVc9bgoeI
Their love was slow, like a song that lingers in the air even after the last note fades. She made him laugh in ways he never thought possible. He made her feel safe in a world that often felt too big, too overwhelming.
But with love came the fear of losing it.
"You’re so young," Adrian whispered one night, his fingers brushing over her cheek. "You still have so much ahead of you."
Seraphine frowned, reaching for his hand. "And what? You think that means I don’t know what I want?"
He hesitated. "I don’t want to be something you look back on as a mistake."
She looked at him then, with all the fire and certainty of someone who knew exactly what her heart wanted.
"Do I look like someone who makes mistakes?" she challenged.
He exhaled, defeated. "No."
She smiled, pulling him closer, her arms wrapping around him like a promise. "Then stop overthinking it, Adrian. Love isn’t measured in years. It’s measured in moments. And I choose this moment with you."
And so, he let himself fall.
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