All Chapters of Hopelessly romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Evelyn first met him on a day that smelled like rain. The sky above the university campus was dark and restless, heavy clouds gathering like they were preparing for a storm. Students hurried across the courtyard, clutching their bags and notebooks, trying to reach shelter before the rain began. But Evelyn wasn’t in a hurry. She sat alone on a stone bench beneath the old mango tree near the faculty building, a thick economics textbook open on her lap. She wasn’t really reading it. She was staring at the sky. Evelyn loved the moment just before rain fell. The quiet tension in the air. The cool wind brushing against her skin. The smell of wet earth that hadn’t yet touched the ground. It was peaceful. Then someone sat beside her. She noticed the scent first. Rain. Soap. And something warm she couldn’t quite place. “Are you actually studying,” a voice asked casually, “or just pretending to look smart?” Evelyn looked up. That was when she saw him. Alex. Ale

She still saw Lincoln everywhere she in school but he completely ignored her but she wanted to know how he was genuinely until Evelyn met Mateo on a night she almost didn’t go out. It had been four months since her breakup with Lincoln. Four quiet months filled with long walks alone and the slow process of convincing herself she was okay. She wasn’t. But she was learning how to pretend. That Friday evening, her friend Ada dragged her to a small art exhibition in the city. “You need to leave your house,” Ada insisted. “I leave my house,” Evelyn replied. “You go to the grocery store. That doesn’t count.” Evelyn sighed but agreed. The gallery was small but crowded. Soft music played in the background while people walked around holding glasses of wine, studying paintings that hung along the white walls. Evelyn wasn’t particularly interested in art. But one painting caught her attention. It was a portrait of a woman standing in the rain. Her face looked peaceful even though ev

Evelyn saw Lincoln again on a night she wasn’t expecting to feel anything. It had been almost two years since their breakup. Two years since the quiet conversation that ended what once felt like forever. She had moved on. Or at least, she thought she had. The party was loud, full of music and laughter. One of her university friends had just gotten engaged, and nearly everyone from their old circle had gathered to celebrate. Evelyn stood near the kitchen counter, holding a drink and listening to two friends argue about wedding colors. That’s when she heard a familiar voice behind her. “You still look like you’re observing the room instead of enjoying it.” Her body froze. She knew that voice. Slowly, she turned around. Lincoln stood there. But he looked different. More mature. More confident. His posture was stronger, his expression calmer, and he wore the quiet authority of someone who had accomplished what he once dreamed about. “Lincoln,” she said so