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I never understood my dad's words, 'Love comes like a surprise gift, always unexpected,' until I met him. It was like stepping into a dream, a fantastical world where my heart skipped a beat with every glance. He was everything I'd ever wanted, the man from my dreams, even though he was nine years older. Our love bloomed with the purest intensity, yet fate, in its cruel twist, forced me away. I severed all ties, ripped myself from his embrace, leaving behind a gaping hole in my soul. Now, six years later, I find myself drawn back to him, but he's not the same man I knew. The years made him change, the mischievous glint in his eyes replaced by a hate. The question gnawing at me is: will fate, ever the capricious puppeteer, grant us a second chance? Can love, like a phoenix, rise from the ashes of our past, or will the wounds we inflicted on each other prove too deep to heal? πππ€π’π§ππ₯ππ π π₯ππ¦ππ¬ β§Age Gap β§Second Chance β§Strangers to Lovers β§Slow Burn β§Opposite Attracts β§He fall first and harder Trigger warninngs; there will be Triggering matters like suicidal, abuse, violation and matured contents so please read it in your own risk.
