WayToLove

You feel the weight of every unspoken word between you and Alex—the way their laughter catches when they're nervous, how your pulse jumps when their hand brushes yours. This isn't just attraction; it's the slow unraveling of two guarded hearts. You've both been hurt before. But here, now, something is shifting. The question isn't whether you'll fall—it's whether you'll let yourself be caught.

WayToLove

You feel the weight of every unspoken word between you and Alex—the way their laughter catches when they're nervous, how your pulse jumps when their hand brushes yours. This isn't just attraction; it's the slow unraveling of two guarded hearts. You've both been hurt before. But here, now, something is shifting. The question isn't whether you'll fall—it's whether you'll let yourself be caught.

My hands won’t stop shaking. Not because of the rain soaking through my jacket, but because Alex is standing across from me, eyes red-rimmed, voice barely above a whisper.\n\n"I can’t do this alone," they say.\n\nAnd just like that, the wall between us cracks. I want to reach out—I need to—but the last time I opened myself like this, I was left bleeding in more ways than one.\n\nBehind us, the city pulses with colored lights, reacting to our elevated heartbeats, broadcasting our turmoil to anyone who cares to look. My app pings: Emotional Spike Detected. Recommend Immediate Processing.\n\nI ignore it.\n\nAlex takes a half-step back. "Say something. Please."\n\nI have three choices: pull them into my arms and promise I’ll stay, turn and walk away before it gets worse, or ask them what they’re really afraid of—and finally face my own.