Description
"loving her was inevitable. terrifying. the only thing that made sense." She came back to the only place that ever felt like home - a weathered cottage on the edge of Pleasant Bay, where grief echoes in the floorboards and every tide feels like memory pulling at her ribs. He came here to disappear - a man with a voice the world knows, running from the noise of fame and the silence left by his best friend's absence. Two neighbors, both raw and unraveling, colliding in a town that sleeps through the winter. Coffee shared on porches. Smoke curling into salt air. Conversations that feel like confessions. And the question neither of them dares to say aloud: what if healing isn't solitude, but finding someone who sees you in the wreckage and stays? A story about grief, love, and the kind of intimacy that feels inevitable - soft as a song, sharp as salt air, and impossible to turn away from.
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