Forbidden Romance Tales
She loved her first male friend, her first confidant in this wild new world and now her first heartbreak.
It hadn’t even been long, only about four months. Four months of late-night script reads, impulsive drives to Quince, laughing fits during retakes, soft smiles across sets and small gestures that felt too big to forget. That was all it had taken for him to etch himself onto her soul and the cruelest irony was that her heart had chosen its course even as it suspected he belonged to someone else.
And now, she was staring at her ceiling, clutching her phone to her chest, repeating to herself like a mantra she wished she believed, “You will get over this. You have to.”