Shattered vows

the kind of person who planned everything-my career, my relationships, even my weekend activities down to the last detail. I never liked surprises, and I certainly never believed in f

et, but I ignored it. Deadlines, obligations, expectations-they consumed me, leaving little room for anything else. I was too distracted to notice the man I was about to collide with until it was too late. My body slammed into his, the force knockin

I pulled out a crumpled tissue, knowing full well that it would do little to fix the damage. My heart pounded against my ribcage, an odd mixture of mortification and curiosity swelling inside me. The stranger chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that

his features, making it impossible to look away. I felt an unfamiliar flutter in my chest, something warm and dangerous taking root within me. "It's really my fault," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't looking where I was going." He studied me for a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable.

yself, convinced that love was a distraction I couldn't afford. But as I stood there, caught in the gravitational pull of this stranger's presence, I wondered if I had bee