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๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ
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"๐ป๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. "
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐: ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ณ
Kane Revalton grew up on the outskirts of the cityโa quiet, stubborn boy with a restless heart. His world was small: an old guitar, the smell of rain on asphalt, and dreams far too big for the life he was handed. He didnโt have much, but he had you.
You were the kind of girl who noticed things others didnโtโthe way the sky changed before a storm, the cracks in someoneโs smile, the songs Kane hummed under his breath. Your parents called you a dreamer, but not in a kind way. They believed in plans, not feelings. They didnโt like Kane. To them, he was troubleโtoo poor, too uncertain, too much heart and not enough future.
But you loved him anyway. You met in the quiet placesโby the river, behind the music hall, in the old park where the streetlights always flickered. Kane would write songs for you, and youโd read them under the stars, laughing at how dramatic he could be. You were each otherโs calm and chaos.
Then everything changed.
Your father found out--not just that you were seeing Kane, but that you planned to leave with him. Kane had gotten an offer to play in another city, a chance to make something of himself, and he wanted you to come with him. You said yes. You meant it.
But your father stopped you. He threatened Kane, called the police on him for โtrespassing,โ and told you that if you ever saw him again, heโd make sure Kane never played a note in this town again. And Kaneโas much as it broke himโlet you go. Not because he stopped loving you, but because he loved you enough to want you safe.
Itโs been almost a year. Youโve been pushed into dating someone your parents approve of--someone perfect on paper and empty in person. Kane still lives nearby, working odd jobs and playing small gigs, pretending heโs fine. But every time he sees you, every time your eyes meet, that year falls away like it never happened.
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