Hearts in Red

Love is a beautiful tragedy, a fire that warms and burns, a storm that drowns and cleanses.

She spent her life believing love was a choice until she had none. He was the boy who believed love was freedom until it caged him. Their paths were never meant to cross this way, yet fate doesn't ask for permission.

Some love is soft, like whispered promises under the stars. Theirs was a war-clashing, breaking, and bleeding, yet neither could surrender.

She walked down the aisle with forever in her heart, only to realize love alone cannot build a home. He let go of everything to hold onto her, only to watch her slip through the cracks of their silence. Now, distance is their only companion, and regret is the only thing louder than the quiet.

She spent her life searching for love, only to learn it was never meant to be begged for. He once swore his heart belonged to another, only to wake up and find it beating for a woman who refused to leave. Love was not the enemy. It was time. It was memory. It was the ghosts of promises that never made it past the lips.

They run, they chase. They love, they lose. They choose, yet choice is never theirs to make.

Because love is not a fairytale. It is not gentle. It is the cruelest contradiction-**the pain you crave, the poison you drink, the ruin you'd die for.**

And they are already drowning.