9 parts Ongoing They always said her life was peaceful and perfect.
And maybe it was.
She had her books, her coffee, her quiet mornings spent in chalk-dusted classrooms and evenings wrapped in folded lesson plans. She was the type of woman who smiled at sunrise, who believed every question had an answer, and who never left a sentence unfinished-not in her essays, and not in life.
But what they didn't know was that peace, no matter how perfect, had its limits.
She had a strange way of finding broken things-or maybe they always found her first. Her exes? All fractured in one way or another.
The shattered.
The scarred.
The men who spoke in metaphors and lived in metaphysical chaos.
She found pieces of herself in their wreckage-
Or maybe, she was always just trying to save what no one else dared to touch.
People said she talked like a therapist, thought like a scholar, and loved someone who believed healing was inevitable. But even the brightest minds grow tired of holding hearts that never learned how to beat on their own.
Then he appeared in the scene, Jeremiah Elroi Zapanta.
A stranger from the online world-quiet, unreadable, and so beautifully ruined. He wasn't like the others. He didn't ask to be understood. He didn't try to impress her. He was just... there. Unfiltered. Distant. Functioning. Failing. Surviving.
He told her he was fine. He smiled with sadness that screamed louder than most people's anger. And she, with all her structure and softness, should've walked away.
But she didn't.
He was a scar that never healed.
And she... she leaned in anyway.
Because sometimes, the heart doesn't fall in love with light.
Sometimes, it falls in love with the thunder.
"What happens when a woman who heals everyone meets a man who no longer believes he's worth saving-will love be enough, or will one of them drown before the storm ever sleeps?"
NO TO PLAGIARISM!!!!!
