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When my love died, I lost faith. I visit her grave every single day. I give her a memory that happened in the past. I love you, my princess ----------------------------------------------------------- Highest ranking in tag:#27 SHORT STORY// SAD // ROMANCE Cover Credit Goes To @Anonymous_115

A love letter that aches. A goodbye note that holds all the memories And two souls hanging on by a thread. Astra is no stranger to grief. She lost her little sister, Harley, and the silence left behind has followed her ever since. But when she meets Orson-a quiet boy with haunted eyes and too many secrets-something in her begins to stir again. Something like hope. Orson is planning to die. He's counted the days, written the note, and picked the place. But then comes Astra-light-filled, stubborn, and terrifyingly kind-and suddenly, letting go doesn't feel so simple. As the days draw closer to Orson's planned goodbye, Astra finds herself falling for the boy made of silence and sorrow. And Orson, against every part of him that has given up, starts to wonder: what if he stayed?

Arya has finally opened the bakery of her dreams-a cozy, pastel haven filled with sweet confections, warm smiles, and fresh beginnings. It's everything she's ever wanted... except for one thing: her new shop is attached to Corbun's sandwich deli, and he's made it clear he's not happy about the arrangement. Corbun is gruff, cold, and sees Arya as nothing more than competition. Every attempt she makes to be kind-every smile, every cheerful hello, every delicate flower she leaves at his door with a secret meaning-is met with hostility. But Arya keeps trying. Because behind her sunny apron and sugared words is a girl hiding bruises far deeper than anyone knows. At home, Arya and her mother live under the oppressive shadow of her abusive father. The bakery is her escape, and Corbun... well, she wishes he could be something else. If only he knew the truth behind her quiet persistence, the reason why she shows up every day with hope in her hands and pain in her heart. As flour dusts the counters and bread crumbs trail between enemy lines, a story of heartbreak, resilience, and unexpected connection begins to rise.