Novels by StarsTouch pen

River’s POVSeeing Daniel there knocked the breath out of me.I wasn’t ready. Not even close. I thought I’d moved on past my feelings or at least gotten better at pretending I had. But the second I saw him, everything I’d packed away so carefully came rushing back. Just like that.He looked… good. Too good. His blazer fit him perfectly, like it had been tailored just for his shoulders. His dark hair had that slightly messy look he always pulled off so easily, like he’d just run his fingers through it and left the house. He still had that polished kind of charm about him, like he belonged in some magazine ad for coffee or cologne. The same old Daniel. The one who could walk into a room and make it feel like everyone else had to catch up.And that smile. The one he always wore at dinners like this—polite, calm, just warm enough to make people feel safe. Like nothing had changed. Like we hadn’t fallen apart. Like my heart hadn’t been shattered in silence while he kept walking like it ha

Daniel’s POVIt was Olivia’s idea to eat out on Sunday.She called it a small celebration, for Elliot’s full recovery and a little farewell dinner before Luciana left to spend the rest of her vacation with her family. She sounded so cheerful when she brought it up, like everything was finally starting to feel normal again. Like we were all okay.I nodded and went along with it. I didn’t have the heart to say no. Even if the thought of sitting across from Elliot, pretending nothing was broken between us, made my stomach twist. Since the night we talked—no, argued, he’d been keeping his distance. Polite, like always, but cold. He wasn’t angry, not on the outside. But I could feel it.And I didn’t blame him.I blamed myself.St. Lucie’s was one of Olivia’s favorite spots. The kind of place where the lights were soft and warm, where the tables were dressed in white linens and silver cutlery that caught the candlelight just right. The quiet background music hummed like a memory, tucked ben

River’s POVThe sun wasn’t all the way down yet when I got to the Community Field. It was hanging low, casting everything in that soft golden light that only shows up near the end of fall. The sky had that quiet glow, and the air was cool enough to make me breathe a little deeper. Not cold, just enough to remind you it was getting late, that the day was winding down.I walked past the old chain-link fences, the ones with little gaps and bends from years of kids kicking balls and climbing on them. The wooden benches nearby were just as familiar—faded, creaky, a little lopsided. A couple of parents sat there talking, sipping coffee from paper cups while keeping half an eye on their kids. The kids were all over the place, chasing a ball, yelling like they had no volume control, laughing like life was easy. And maybe it was for them.Then I saw him, Noah.Even from a distance, he stood out. He always did. Tall, steady, like the field itself was part of him. He was leaning on one of the go

River’s POVSleep was impossible last night. I tossed and turned until the sheets were tangled around me like vines I couldn’t get free from. I flipped my pillow over, hoping the cool side would help, but it didn’t. The room was quiet—too quiet. That kind of silence that makes your thoughts sound louder.And mine were everywhere.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Elliot’s voice. Not full sentences, just pieces. Bits that stuck, that refused to let go. Things he said at Old Paul’s… things I didn’t want to think about, but couldn’t shake off either. It was like his words were stitched into my brain, and no amount of tossing or turning could pull them out.Just when I thought I might finally drift off, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I ignored it at first. Maybe it was some late-night notification or a random app trying to get my attention. But then it buzzed again. And this time, the screen lit up, the glow cutting through the dark.I reached over and grabbed it, hoping for nothin

Noah's Pov.I’m not the type to fall apart.At least, I didn’t think I was.I always thought I had it all together. I was the one people leaned on. The one who stayed calm when everything else went sideways. The one who smiled even when things felt hard. I’ve always been good at hiding my feelings, like stuffing them into a box and pushing it to the back of the closet. Out of sight. Out of mind.But lately… something’s changed. Something feels different. Off. Like I’m not quite myself, and I don’t know why.Or maybe I do.Maybe it’s because of him.River.I don’t know when it started. I really don’t. It wasn’t a big moment. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It just… happened. Quietly. Slowly. All at once. One day we were friends, just that and then something changed. A look that lingered too long. A smile that hit too deep. A laugh that stayed with me even after it faded.And now, I can’t stop thinking about him.He’s everywhere in my mind. In the way I hear his name even when no one says i

River's Pov.It had been two days since Old Paul’s. Two long, slow days that felt like they were dragging themselves across my skin. Two days since Elliot looked me in the eye, his voice steady but his face full of pain, and asked me to walk away from his dad.And I did.Since then, silence. My phone sat on my nightstand like a reminder. A quiet, glowing screen that didn’t light up with Daniel’s name. I didn’t call him either. My fingers hovered over his number more than once, but I never pressed it. And Elliot—he didn’t say a word. Not in person, not through texts. Nothing.It was like I was floating, weightless, but not in a good way. More like I was lost in the middle of a huge ocean with no land in sight. Or maybe I was falling and just hadn’t hit the ground yet. Either way, it felt endless.On the outside, I looked fine. I kept showing up. I went to class, sat in my seat, nodded at the right moments. I laughed when I was supposed to, answered questions when I was called on. I sat