A sweet, aching, slow-burn romance about first love, second chances, and the kind of boy who never let go of control. ⠀ Lila & Anthony. ✨ High school sweethearts. 💃 Secret dances under gym lights. 🌸 A hand-blown glass lily gifted with meaning. ⠀ He was always dominant. Always the one who led. Even back then, when she didn’t fully understand what that meant. ⠀ Years later, when she’s in college and he’s in the Air Force, fate gives them another shot. But some wounds don’t heal easily. And some love stories don’t follow the rules. ⠀ They loved twice. They broke once. This time… Will it be forever?
Lihat lebih banyakTo~ my M&M. You were everything to me once. You taught me many things, and I’ll forever be grateful. I miss our conversations. And I hope this finds you one day~
High School. Totally underrated. For years I sat quietly. I’ve dated a few people in my life. But I’ve only had one kiss. I had fallen for my best guy friend. Anthony. Every day we’d eat lunch together. We never shared any classes because I was a junior and he was a senior. Every day, he’d cover my eyes and say to me “guess who?”. We were both nerds. Both book readers. And we were both untouched. We talked often. Hung out after school with our friends. But there was one night that changed everything. My school play. This was the one year he didn’t audition. I begged him to go to see me. So he did. Our director said that since this was an improv and crowd participation play, we’d need to grab audience members for dancing. So when it started I searched for him. And when the time came I walked up to the highest point in the bleachers and offered him my hand. I planted a weak, but shy smile on my face. But the moment he took my hand, the deal was made. We danced. It was beautiful. He held me close. He tucked my hair behind my ears and gave me that dashing smile of his. I was a goner. We started dating soon after that. Everything was perfect. But I wasn’t prepared for the awakening he was going to bring. And it was ravenous. The hunger was unbearable. The need. It consumed my entire being. Undeniable. I had never felt anything like this before. He would be my undoing. Every smile. Every touch. Every kiss. He owned me. He protected me. He was my everything. I wouldn’t ever be prepared for the day that this would go away. I wanted it forever. Forever, with him. He consumed my every waking thought. Every dream. Every breath I took was for him and him alone. He would bring upon me my first everything’s. Well, almost everything. And the raging hormones that I had finally begun to feel would continue to build. Forever thirsty. Forever needing. And only he could quench it. With all of these stirring emotions and feelings I was unable to grasp, I started writing in a diary. Hoping that would lessen the need a little more. Not knowing that it would be used against me to encourage the raging fire within me. The one that burned for him. One’s first love is a special thing. Almost nothing compares to it. Discovering how deeply you can feel about someone. It’s…intoxicating. He was my drug. And I’d overdose. The overwhelming feelings. Heated moments. And the look in his blue eyes…I would be hooked. Barely able to hold on and stay sane, the rollercoaster, the turmoil of my heart couldn’t be controlled. A precious flower, finally blooming. A Lilly. Pure. Innocent. And the symbol of change. Those precious moments will live with me forever. This is my story. And I have no choice but to live with it.The decision had been brewing in Lila’s mind for days, a knot of anxiety twisting tighter each time her phone buzzed. At first, she thought she could ignore it—block the number, delete the messages, pretend none of it was happening. But pretending didn’t stop the way her hands shook when her screen lit up, or how her stomach dropped at the sight of another photo she hadn’t consented to be taken. It didn’t stop the fear that whoever was behind it was watching her even now, cataloguing her life like a series of stolen moments.So on a cool Thursday morning, when the rest of the world felt caught in the slow hum of early spring, Lila marched herself into her phone carrier’s store.She sat in the plastic chair across from a clerk who looked hardly older than her, fingers flying across a keyboard as he pulled up her account. “So you’re wanting to change your number completely?” he asked, voice flat with the practiced tone of someone who’d asked the question a hundred ti
The sunlight filtering through Lila’s blinds didn’t feel warm today—it felt intrusive. Every beam seemed to spotlight the unease curling in her chest, reminding her that no matter how much she tried to pretend, the unknown sender was still out there, still watching, still whispering into her life through texts and images. She sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the latest barrage of messages that had come overnight. Each ping made her flinch.Nicole and Mae had insisted she bring the phone over so they could examine it together. If Terra really was behind this, they needed a strategy, and Lila wasn’t going to be the only one on edge anymore.By mid-morning, Lila had texted her friends to come over. When the doorbell rang, she opened it to find Nicole with a backpack slung over one shoulder and Mae holding a laptop like it was a weapon.“Morning,” Nicole said, her tone a mixture of teasing and seriousness. “You’ve got that haunted
Lila couldn’t hear the world around her. The music from her phone, the hum of the ceiling fan, even the faint traffic outside her window—all of it faded beneath the roar in her chest. Her hands trembled as she clutched the phone, the screen lighting up with the last unanswered message she’d fired off at the anonymous number.Who are you? Why are you doing this? Why him? Why me?The reply had come in seconds, like whoever was on the other side was waiting, breathing down her neck through invisible wires.You’ll see. He’s not who you think he is. And I’ll prove it.And then, as if to twist the knife, the photo.Her and Anthony. From two nights ago, walking down the block after leaving Nicole’s house. She hadn’t even noticed anyone near them, let alone close enough to snap a picture. But there they were—her head tilted toward Anthony, his hand brushing hers, both of them caught in a moment that had felt so safe.Now it was ruined.
Lila couldn’t hear the world around her. The music from her phone, the hum of the ceiling fan, even the faint traffic outside her window—all of it faded beneath the roar in her chest. Her hands trembled as she clutched the phone, the screen lighting up with the last unanswered message she’d fired off at the anonymous number.Who are you? Why are you doing this? Why him? Why me?The reply had come in seconds, like whoever was on the other side was waiting, breathing down her neck through invisible wires.You’ll see. He’s not who you think he is. And I’ll prove it.And then, as if to twist the knife, the photo.Her and Anthony. From two nights ago, walking down the block after leaving Nicole’s house. She hadn’t even noticed anyone near them, let alone close enough to snap a picture. But there they were—her head tilted toward Anthony, his hand brushing hers, both of them caught in a moment that had felt so safe.Now it was ruined.
The night pressed in heavy, the kind that swallowed and wrapped the world in a suffocating stillness. Lila sat cross-legged on her bed, the pale glow of her phone the only light in the room. It illuminated her face like a cruel spotlight, highlighting the tension etched into her jaw, the tear-gloss sheen in her eyes.Her screen still showed the last message, waiting for her acknowledgment like a taunt.Does he tell you he loves you? Or does he just say it because you need to hear it?She hated how the words sank under her skin, how they poisoned the very place Anthony’s voice used to soothe her. She wanted to delete them, block the number, pretend this had never crawled into her world. But she couldn’t. She never could. Every time she silenced the phone, every time she told herself she was done, the messages found their way back to her like a shadow she couldn’t outrun.Tonight, though, she was done being passive. Tonight, she couldn’t shove it aside anymore. Somethi
The glow of Lila’s phone felt like fire against her palm. Another message had arrived—no name, no picture, just the same number that had haunted her for weeks.“He’ll never love you the way you think. He belongs to me.”She squeezed her eyes shut, every word carving deeper into the insecurities she thought Anthony’s presence had healed. She should have ignored it. She’d promised herself she would. But her thumb hovered over the keyboard like it had a mind of its own.Who are you? What do you want from me? she typed, heart slamming in her chest.The reply came instantly.“I want what’s mine.”Her breath caught. Fingers trembling, she typed again. You don’t even know me. Why are you sending me this?This time, instead of words, an image arrived. Her own face, taken from across the street outside her apartment. She was unlocking her car, wearing the same denim jacket she’d had on earlier that week. Her blood ran cold.The phone nearly slipped from her gr
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