Anusta_Suwal

Selene, a bright yet sensitive teenager, finds her world shifting when Antonio, a charming boy, enters her life. What begins as quiet admiration soon turns into heart-fluttering moments and midnight conversations—until the cruel truth lands like a storm: Antonio already has a girlfriend. Heartbroken and humiliated, Selene vanishes from his life, changing her name to Atasha and starting a new in a distant town.

Years pass. Atasha rebuilds herself—through nursing school, fashion design, and dreams stitched with independence. But fate isn’t finished yet. A chance encounter at her fashion exhibition brings Antonio back, now more mature and visibly burdened by past regrets. As he confesses his confusion, guilt, and long-standing affection, Atasha stands at a crossroads—torn between the pain he caused and the love she never stopped feeling.

In a story about second chances, unspoken truths, and the long road to forgiveness, explore whether love can be mended after it's been torn—or if some stitches, once broken, are meant to stay undone.

Crushes, Crashes & Comebacks

The morning sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp, golden lines. Selene was still curled beside me, her breathing soft, peaceful. I didn't want to move—didn't want to disturb this moment of quiet after everything we had shared the night before. But my phone buzzed on the table across the room. Once. Then again.

I slipped out from the sheets and picked it up, expecting maybe a message from work, or Luna saying she'd landed safely.

> "You don't know me. But I know her. I know everything. And if you want to protect her, meet me today at 5 PM. Come alone. Don't tell Selene."

I stared at the text, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a moment, I considered waking Selene. Telling her everything. But the message chilled me—whoever it was didn't just know about her. They were threatening something more.

I quickly saved the number, sent it to a backup folder, and erased the message. Just in case.

Selene stirred behind me. I turned to see her sit up, rubbing her eyes. She smiled when she saw me.

"You okay?" she asked, voice thick with sleep.

I nodded, forcing a grin. "Yeah. Just... weird spam."

But I couldn't shake the tension building inside my chest.

Who was this person? And what did they know about Selene?

I parked the car at the address they'd sent—a half-deserted art warehouse near the edge of town. The paint on the walls peeled like old skin, and the silence was heavy, broken only by the occasional clatter of loose shutters in the breeze.

Someone stepped out from the shadows. A woman. Tall. Dressed sharply in black with oversized sunglasses that masked her face. She didn't smile.

"Who are you?" I asked, fists clenched.

"I'm someone who used to know her. The real her. And you need to be careful, Antonio. Because not everything in her past has been buried—and not everyone has forgotten."

"Give her that when you're ready. Or don't. But know this—if she doesn't face it, it will find her anyway."

Before I could ask anything more, she was gone—slipping into the backseat of a waiting car that peeled away like a shadow melting into dusk.

I looked down at the envelope in my hands. No name. No return address.

Just one word scrawled on the front:

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