THIRTY NIGHTS
She : I wish you weren't just an ink on paper ...."broken" Him : I wish you were never belong to the real world "fell down on his knees" She fell in love with a man who never existed. Or at least, that's what everyone told her. While others lived in reality, she lived between pages. Every night, she returned to the same story, the same chapters, the same words ... and most importantly, the same boy. A fictional character who felt more real to her than anyone she had ever met. People called it obsession.🦋 She called it LOVE🥀 Then one impossible night, the boundary between imagination and reality shattered. Suddenly, she wasn't just reading the story anymore. She was inside it. Trapped in a world she thought she knew, surrounded by characters she had memorized by heart, she finally comes face to face with the boy she had spent years loving from afar. The boy whose smile lived in her sketches, whose name filled the margins of her notebooks, whose existence was nothing more than ink on paper. Or so she believed. But stories are dangerous things. The world inside the novel is changing. The plot no longer follows the pages she remembers. Secrets hide between every chapter, destiny begins to rewrite itself, and with every passing day, the line separating fiction from reality grows thinner . But every story has an ending. And when two worlds collide, someone always pays the price. A tale about impossible love, shattered realities, and the heartbreaking question every dreamer has asked at least once ; What if the person you loved most existed only in a story? Some stories are read , but some are lived .... ♾️💕
