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Hearts Between the Lines is a slow-burn, emotional young adult romance that follows Talia, a fiercely independent, party-loving medical student with few close connections, and Ezra, a kind, soft-spoken, nerdy classmate who prefers books over bars. When a random lab pairing throws them together, their clashing personalities spark unexpected chemistry—and eventually, love.

But after a night of vulnerability and a drunken mistake, Ezra ghosts Talia, and the fragile relationship between them shatters. What follows is a journey of miscommunication, self-discovery, and a gradual rebuilding of trust. Through late-night calls, unsent letters, failed kisses, and second chances, Talia and Ezra slowly learn that love isn’t just about the sparks—it’s about the quiet moments, the forgiveness, and the courage to choose each other every day, no matter how imperfect the timing.

A story about healing, growing up, and finding home in another person—Hearts Between the Lines is raw, messy, and utterly real.

Hearts Between the Lines

Living together again was nothing like it was before.

Back then, they'd been learning how to hold hands through chaos, tiptoeing around each other's space, hearts full of impulse and insecurity. Now, they moved around each other like two people who knew the consequences of silence and the weight of leaving.

They still had their morning rituals: Talia with her too-strong coffee, Ezra with his color-coded planner. But now, there were new things.

Like Ezra pausing to kiss the top of her head before leaving for class. Or Talia slipping handwritten notes into his coat pocket—sometimes a quote, sometimes a joke, once just a doodle of a heart with a Band-Aid on it.

They studied together again, sharing one too-small desk. Sometimes they'd argue over flashcards, sometimes over nothing. But the arguments didn't feel like earthquakes anymore. Just weather. Passing, necessary.

One Thursday night, after hours of anatomy revision, Talia put down her pen.

Ezra glanced up from his notes. "In a good way?"

He exhaled. "I think New York took more out of me than I expected. I thought I'd feel big there. I just felt... invisible."

Talia looked at him, really looked. "You're not invisible here."

Ezra smiled, the small, tilted kind that only she ever got to see. "I know."

At school, the whispers about Ezra's sudden return died down fast. In a med school flooded with ambition and caffeine dependency, no one had the time to care about someone else's detour.

Like how Ezra held back in lectures now. How he hesitated before answering, as if afraid of being wrong. Before, he used to raise his hand like gravity didn't apply to him.

She didn't bring it up. Not yet. Some scars had to be uncovered slowly.

One night, as they walked back from the library, the conversation drifted.

He stopped walking. Rain was misting again, soft and cold against their cheeks.

"I regret staying away so long," Ezra said quietly. "But not coming back. Never that."

Talia reached for his hand without thinking.

They didn't define what they were—not out loud. But the closeness returned, gentle and persistent. A brush of knees under the table. A shared blanket during late-night documentaries. A whispered "good luck" before exams.

On Sunday, they lay on the floor of their living room, surrounded by textbooks, half-eaten cereal, and the sleepy hum of a quiet day.

Ezra turned to her, propped on one elbow.

Talia smirked. "You literally have a flashcard app and a backup flashcard app. Of course, I do."

He grinned. "And you still like me anyway?"

His smile faltered just a bit. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

Soft. Sure. Like punctuation to a sentence neither of them dared write down.

When she pulled back, she said, "But I'm saying it now.I love you."

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