Love was a lie. A game of illusions. Ava had seen it—forced smiles, empty words. They told her she’d find a man, as if fate had already written her story. But no man ever made her heart race. So, she believed she was broken.
Until she met her.
She laughed like sunlight, moved like poetry. And when their hands brushed, Ava’s heart thundered, wild and free.
This isn’t real, she told herself. It can’t be.
But the way her pulse danced, the way her soul leaned closer—it was undeniable. Love wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a script. It wasn’t something others decided for her.
It was hers to define.
And for the first time, she didn’t fear it. She embraced it.
Lotus