oc 𓂃 he became everyone’s favorite artist. she was the one who believed in him first. “i can handle millions of people watching me. i just don’t know if i can handle losing you.”
oc 𓂃 he was just the neighbor upstairs. until he became the person she couldn’t live without. “somehow, somewhere between borrowed coffee and late-night conversations, you became my favorite part of coming home.”
oc 𓂃 they were best friends who grew up together. she left to chase her dreams. he stayed to build his career. the problem? they never stopped loving each other. “you left to find yourself, and i learned how to live without you. but somehow, you still feel like home.”
oc 𓂃 every saturday, foster walks into her bookstore and leaves with a new story. between handwritten notes and shared recommendations, she realizes they’ve started writing a story of their own. “i’ve read a thousand love stories, but none of them felt like you.”