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"Have you ever met someone who made the world feel differentโ€”like suddenly, everything made a little more sense?" Sylas friend, Elena asked him such a random question. She waits for him to answer, and then.. Yes, you.

Introย "๐“ฆ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ?" Sylas Evander Vale had never been the type to believe in grand love stories. He was the kind of boy who sat in the back of the classroom, who read books under dim streetlights, who preferred silence over small talk. Love, to him, was something loud, something fleetingโ€”something that belonged to other people. And then there was Elena Carter. She wasnโ€™t the loudest girl in the room, but she was the brightest. Her laugh was soft, like the sound of pages turning, and she had this way of looking at people that made them feel like they mattered. Sylas had never wanted to be noticed, but when she looked at him, he felt seen. It started with small moments. A shared glance across the library. A casual brush of hands in the hallway. A hesitant conversation that turned into hours of talking about books, music, and the things they dreamed about but never said out loud. One night, under the glow of flickering streetlights, Elena asked, "Why do you always sit alone?" Sylas hesitated before answering. "I guess I got used to it." She studied him for a moment, then smiled. "Well, you donโ€™t have to be alone anymore." And just like that, something shifted. Sylas, the boy who never believed in love stories, realized he was living in one.

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