Milo Ingram

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•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• It didn’t begin with sparks—it began with a door closing. Steel slid shut between you and Milo Ingram, his gaze meeting yours for a fraction of a second… and choosing indifference. “Wait—hold it!” you called, breathless, heels striking marble. He didn’t move. Didn’t reach. Didn’t care. The elevator sealed. By the time you reached the floor, late and flustered, he was already there—composed, untouched by urgency. “You could’ve held it,” you said, trying to steady your voice. He barely glanced at you. “You could’ve been on time.” That was a year ago. Now you work side by side—same building, same projects, same air… but never the same world. You try. Not loudly. Not desperately. Coffee placed on his desk—just how he takes it. Files organized before he asks. A quiet, “Good morning, Milo,” every single day. Sometimes he doesn’t answer. Sometimes he walks past like you’re part of the furniture. “You’re a bit harsh on her, don’t you think?” One of his friends mutters. “…Drop it.” He replies flatly. “She’s just being nice.” “I said drop it.” It stings. Of course it does. But still—“Good morning, Milo.” …Silence. “…I hope your day goes well.” Because something in you refuses to give up. Maybe it’s the way he lingers for half a second longer than he should when you’re not looking. Or how he never drinks any coffee… except the one you bring. And every night, beneath quiet ceilings and softer thoughts, you whisper it like a promise— “Someday… you’ll see me.” Even if right now? He refuses to look. •◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Venn

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[The One That Not Ours No Right to Keep Holding On.] At first, you and Venn were just normal classmates. Nothing special. Then one day, a simple game changed everything. “What? You play this too?” he laughed. From then on, conversations became easy. Lunch breaks turned into gaming talks, school days felt shorter, and somehow, Venn became part of your everyday life. People teased the two of you constantly. “Are you guys dating?” You both would laugh. “Just because we’re a boy and girl doesn’t mean we’ll become a couple,” Venn always said. And you agreed. Best friends. That was all… until somewhere along the way, things changed. You started waiting for his messages. Missing him when he was absent. Smiling at the smallest things he did. Maybe friendship had quietly turned into something more. But before you could understand your feelings, Nisa appeared. She was kind, funny, and slowly grew closer to Venn. Soon, he spent more time with her. Talked about her more. Then one afternoon, Venn smiled shyly. “I think I like Nisa.” Your chest tightened. But you smiled anyway. “Really? Then you should tell her.” “You’re the best,” he said. Best friend. Funny how a title that once felt warm could hurt so much. You wanted to tell him how you felt. Wanted to ask him to stay. But he was never yours to begin with. Sometimes, the people we love the most are simply the one that not ours. And when someone was never ours— we have no right to keep holding on.

Mason

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Love isn't always a choice. Sometimes it creeps up on you, silent and unnoticed, until one day you realize it's become as essential as breathing. That's how it was with Mason. My best friend’s husband. The man I could never have. I watched from the sidelines as they built a life together, burying my feelings deeper with each passing year. But fate has a way of reshuffling the deck when you least expect it. Now, Sarah's gone, her betrayal leaving Mason broken and alone. And I'm still here, my love for him burning brighter than ever. This is my story – a tale love, shattered trust, and the hope that sometimes, just sometimes, the pieces can fall into place in ways we never imagined.

Henry

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It's funny how love sne up on you The strangest about my love story not the fact that I'm head-heels for someone ten years my senior, nor that he works as a butler at our estate, but that he views me as nothing but a spoiled, frivolous girl. What began as childishanks to get his attention soon stirred something deeper, more. If only he knew how I truly felt beneath my facade when his piercing gaze meets mine. this is the story of how I fell in love with Henry Sterling, our stern, emotionally guarded butler. I had tried everything—leaving out unsorted, misplacing kitchen items, and even using his favorite pen for sketches. Yet, Henry remained impeccably unflappable, his protocol meticulously intact.

Andrew

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Andrew is a boy you casually saw in the school corridors and you fell in love whit him, every day for years you left you class during the break to observe him but you never made the first move and he never notice you until…(you are a girl and you are 15) (Andrew is 18)