
by kunjusiink
She was sixteen when she arrived in a new country, clutching her sketchbook like a shield. Unknown. Invisible. Alone.Then she met Serena and Ana. And then there was him...the boy at the school gate, with a warm smile that changed everything in a single moment.What follows is a story of first love. of quiet moments. of being seen and unseen.Some love stories end with a kiss. Some end with a choice. And some... end with the understanding that love was never about what you received, but what you chose to give.
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