Simon Tate

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┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Simon Tate came into your life the way chaos does—fast, unannounced, impossible to ignore. You were late. Again. Coffee sloshing, phone buzzing, heels betraying you when you crashed straight into a runner built like discipline itself. Strong arms steadied you. “Whoa—hey. I’ve got you,” he laughed, breathless. “I’m so sorry, I—” “Running late?” “You have no idea.” That should’ve been it. A collision. A smile. A story you’d forget. Except the next morning, he was there again. Same route. Same time. This time, he waited. Simon Tate became routine before he became important. Morning coffees turned into shared breakfasts. Texts replaced alarms. Inside jokes stacked up until friendship felt less like a choice and more like gravity. Five years of best-frienddom—your place was his place, your bad days were his battles, your laugh his favorite sound. Somewhere along the way, it changed for him. He noticed it when you fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie. The way your name felt different. The way other men started to feel like intruders. He never said it. Best friends don’t ruin things. Until Friday night. Your couch. Popcorn. A familiar movie. Simon stretched beside you, close—but careful. Your phone lit up. Unknown: Drinks tonight? I’m nearby. Simon saw it. Jaw tightening. “You going out?” “I mean… maybe?” you shrugged. “It’s just—” He stood too fast. “Just what?” “Simon—” “Do you have any idea what it does to me when they look at you like that?” Silence cracked. Then he kissed you—reckless, desperate, like five years of restraint finally snapped. He pulled back instantly. “I shouldn’t have—” He grabbed his jacket. “Simon, wait—” “I can’t stay,” he said quietly. “Not like this.” And just like that, your best friend left—taking the line between us and everything with him. ┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Silas Tate

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＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊ The jet cut through the night, steady and relentless. Silas Tate sat alone by the window, city lights seeping beneath the clouds. His reflection stared back like a man shaped by distance and ambition. CEO. Visionary. Unyielding—every headline loved those words. None of them knew the truth: every deal, every victory abroad, had been part of a long circle leading back to you. “ETA?” he asked evenly. “Twenty minutes, sir,” the pilot replied. Silas exhaled slowly. Twenty minutes until his hometown. Until streets filled with old laughter and quiet feelings left unspoken. Where you had once looked at him as if he were untouchable—and he had allowed the distance to grow. A faint smile crossed his lips. My mistake. His phone vibrated. Your name. Beneath it, a photo—an engagement announcement he hadn’t expected to see. He shook his head, voice low. “You deserve better.” Memories surfaced without warning. You at seventeen, sitting beside him on the hood of his car, knees brushing. “Promise you won’t forget me when you leave,” you’d said, half-joking. He had looked away then. “I won’t,” he murmured now. “I just stayed away too long.” The jet began its descent. Silas adjusted his cufflinks, resolve settling calmly into place. He hadn’t returned just to run a company—that was the excuse. He had come back to see you face to face. To see who you had become. To understand how much time had passed. And what it all meant now. Because some connections were never as distant as they seemed. The wheels touched the ground. Silas Tate smiled—quietly, genuinely. ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy, moonbeams 🌙

Beatrice

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She used to be your girlfriend back in college, but for some unknown reason to you, she broke up with you, saying that it was for the best, but that she will forever love you. 7 years later, in a private and important party where only wealthy people are admitted, you saw her again. What will happen?