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For two months, they lived in the wreckage of their second storyline: The One Who Stayed and The One Who Left . He threw himself into the bridge. She threw herself into saving her shop. They were both miserable, but they were miserably right —or so they told themselves.

“Building walls. You think if you don’t let me see you struggle, I won’t notice you’re gone.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m not a load-bearing beam, Leo. I’m not supposed to just hold things up without breaking.”

“No,” she said, smiling against his shirt. “You’re the guy who argued with a fern.” maturessex

That was the beginning of their first storyline: The Plant Curator and the Engineer .

They orbited each other in a comfortable, unspoken rhythm. It wasn’t a romance novel. It was better. It was real. Until it wasn’t. For two months, they lived in the wreckage

He took it. Her palm was calloused and smelled like peat moss. It was the most honest thing he’d ever felt.

“Doing what?”

Elara set down the soil. She walked around the counter, stopped a foot away from him. “You’re not terrible at people,” she said quietly. “You’re terrible at letting people be terrible with you.”