y/n doesnât stay. She doesnât fall, doesnât chase, and definitely doesnât let anyone get close enough to matter. Itâs always the sameâpeople get attached, and y/n leaves before it turns into something real. Simple. Easy. Controlled. Then thereâs Luca. He doesnât chase her like everyone else. Doesnât try to figure her out, doesnât ask for more than sheâs willing to give. He just staysâcalm, steady, like heâs not afraid of losing her. And thatâs what messes everything up. Because for the first time, y/n doesnât feel the need to leave. She lingers. Talks longer. Starts caring in ways she doesnât know how to stop. And the worst part? Luca sees it. Now y/n is stuck between who sheâs always been⌠and the one person who makes her want to be something different. Sheâs never been scared of losing someone before. But sheâs never had someone worth staying for either.
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@goatedminionsThe library was quiet in that late afternoon way, the kind of quiet that felt thick and settled. Dust motes floated in the slants of light cutting through the high windows. Y/n had claimed her usual corner table, the one tucked between the philosophy section and a window overlooking the quad. Her notebook was open, a pen held loosely in her hand, but she hadnât written anything in the last twenty minutes.