"๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ข.
๐๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐.
๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐จ? ๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ฉ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐."
Two teens. One emotional mess.
This isn't your regular slow-burn love storyโ
It's the chaos between friends and feelings,
the tightrope walk between "I hate you" and "Text me when you get home."
Meet ๐ผ๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐โtoo thoughtful, too guarded, carrying heartbreak like a secret playlist on loop.
And ๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ฉโcool, collected, and definitely not supposed to fall for her.
But love?
It doesn't ask for permission.
It slips in between dares, bad timing, burnt toast, and 2 a.m. texts.
It doesn't knock.
It barges in, tosses a Coke bottle loaded with Mentos, and dares you to clean the mess together.
And suddenly, they're not just tangled in emotionsโ
They're drowning in feelings.
This is their story.
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐. ๐๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐. ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐
A story of choosing each otherโagain and againโ
even when it's easier to walk away.
Because love isn't always poetic.
It's messy.
It's loud.
And it's just stubborn enough to stay.
๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐๐จ
Coming not to fix your heartโ
but to make it feel again.