OROMA_CALVIN

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> My Heart
By ROMOBUS

Calvin and Daisy were more than just classmates—they were two hearts quietly drawn together by something deeper than friendship. Amid lecture halls and late-night study sessions, love quietly bloomed. Calvin, the calm and gentle soul, found his match in Daisy, a brilliant and guarded woman not easily swayed by charm.

But when emotions run high and unspoken fears rise to the surface, their bond is tested by the very thing that brought them together—vulnerability. As doubts creep in and decisions loom, Calvin and Daisy must decide: is love enough to quiet the voices of insecurity, or will fear tear apart what fate has built?

In a world where hearts are often broken before they are truly known, My Heart is a tender, modern love story about trust, timing, and the courage to fall—completely.

MY HEART by romobus12

"A study weekend," she told them all. "Library's too stuffy. My cousin's cabin is free. We go Friday. Back Sunday. Group focus. No drama."

She didn't mention it was also a subtle test—Calvin and Daisy, together in close quarters. Marcus and herself, forced to share air for more than a few passing comments.

When they arrived, the cabin was small and rustic, with uneven floorboards, old couches, and a view of the lake that made everything feel softer.

Calvin and Marcus handled groceries while Daisy and Lina unpacked upstairs.

"You sure this isn't weird for you?" Lina asked.

"Being here?" Daisy shrugged. "Honestly... it's kind of nice. I'm not used to people caring where I go."

Lina smiled, her tone teasing. "Except for your academic soulmate."

Daisy didn't reply, but her blush was answer enough.

Downstairs, Marcus nudged Calvin. "If you sleep in the same room, don't snore."

Calvin rolled his eyes. "We're not like that."

Marcus studied his brother. "You've changed."

"Or I'm finally letting myself feel."

Later, they all sat near the fireplace with mugs of cocoa and the sound of soft rain against the windows.

"I don't believe in perfect love," Daisy said suddenly.

"I think love is messy. Uncomfortable. Maybe even inconvenient. But... if it's real, it should still feel like freedom."

Calvin's gaze didn't leave hers. "Then I want messy."

And just like that, something cracked open between them again—this time not private, but shared.

Outside on the porch, Marcus and Lina stood in silence, watching the rain.

He turned toward her. "You're sharp. Loud. Brilliant. And exhausting in the best way."

She smirked. "That's your way of flirting?"

"No," he said quietly. "That's my way of noticing."

She looked away, caught off guard by the sincerity.

Maybe they were all learning that love doesn't always shout. Sometimes, it just shows up.

CHAPTER 13