Call It What You Want
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They say labels make everything simple.
Best friends. Lovers. Strangers.
But what if your story doesn't fit in any of those boxes?
For Sienna Quinn, love was never about perfect timing or pretty labels. It was about how her chest tightened in every stolen glance, how laughter turned into silence that spoke louder than words.
And Caelum Delaire, reckless, guarded, impossible to hold, was the reason she learned that not everything needs to be explained. Sometimes, it just needs to be felt.
People can call it friendship.
They can call it heartbreak.
They can call it anything they want.
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