A Love Between the Lines Chapter one : 3:20am

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"Some stories don't end- they .......pause .........wait, for the right hearts to rewrite- them".

Rosy tossed the book aside. The soft thud echoed louder than it should have. For two days, she’d lived in that world—until 3 a.m. nights, curled under her blanket, whispering, “One more chapter, just one.” But now it was over. And they didn’t get their happy ending

The raindrops pouring outside her window soothingly. She stared at the ceiling, unsatisfied with the ending of the book "The Love in Bloom." 'Her lips parted' As she whispered the final line of the book laying on her bed.

Rosy (𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏) [𝑴𝑪]

'Their love wasn't meant to bloom- but only to remember'.

The words clinging to air like perfume as she lay still her eyes tracing invisible patterns on the ceilings

The soft sounds of rain tapping against the window mixed with the rustling of tree leaves outside. Rosy rolled onto her side, facing the open night, watching the sky painted in shades of storm

Rosy (𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏) [𝑴𝑪]

I fall in love twice a week-with the fictional men and its fine , ..... I'm fine .

Rosy (𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏) [𝑴𝑪]

But "This story felt so different... it felt like someone reached into my thoughts and wrote things i wanted to experience .

Rosy (𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏) [𝑴𝑪]

“But Liam deserved more,” *whispers into the shadows*. "That Roselyn… she was hurt too, I get it. But she was so—childish. So blind.” “Couldn’t she see? The man who breathed every second for her? Who loved her without asking for anything back?”

Rosy (𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏) [𝑴𝑪]

“And she let a single misunderstanding ruin it all. She broke him. And then had the audacity to cry at the end?” *scoffed* “This ending… it’s absurd.”

Her voice faded into the hush of rain, swallowed by the soft hush of the storm. And like that she drifted into sleep.

But beside her, where the book lay shut, something glowed—faint and golden. The pages began to flutter, one by one, faster, faster—whispers caught in the windless air.💫

Then came a voice. Gentle. Melodic. But firm. Like truth itself. "𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫”?

The pages stopped.

“𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒀𝑬𝑻.” “𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮… 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵.”

And before the light could fade, it wrapped around her like breath— pulling her in. ☄️

PROLOGUE OF "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎".

Roselyn Everhart was born into comfort, raised with silk and roses, and taught that love was a fairytale written in gold. But life taught her something else

She loved a prince once—a man who spoke in promises and kissed like poetry. But he left her with nothing but shattered illusions… and a child who never got the chance to live.

And when the world turned dark, it wasn’t him who stayed. It was Liam.

Her childhood friend. The one who stood behind her in silence but saw her more than anyone ever did.

“You don’t have to love me,” Liam had once said, “Just let me stay.”

So she married him. Not for love—but for something close enough to feel safe.

And over time, love did bloom—quietly, carefully. Until the prince returned.

“He’s not who you think,” the prince warned her. And Roselyn, wounded and afraid, listened.

She turned on Liam. Accused him. Broke him. In front of everyone. And Liam? He didn’t fight back. “If this is what you believe,” he said softly, “then I won’t stay where I’m not trusted.” The next day, he left for war. He never came home. They said he died a hero. But Roselyn would only remember the way he looked at her one last time—like she was both his salvation and his ruin. Two hearts. Two mistakes. One ending too cruel to be called love.

But some stories don’t end. They linger—in memories, in pages, in hearts that still ache for what could’ve been. Even if they’re fictional, they live. Waiting. For someone to turn the page… and choose differently. Like some kind of magic. The kind that only begins… when you believe it never really ended.✨

Time:3:20am

END OF CHAPTER: ONE