第四章 (第14/20页)

/br>    Acrosstheroom,Liam,astrugglingwriter,soughtinspirationamidstthebustlingcrowd.Withhiswornnotebookandpeninhand,heobservedlifeunfold,capturingssofstorieshiddenwithinthechaos.

    Theireyesmetoefufternoon,ignitingasparkthathercouldighoughwordswereleftunspoken,theiretransdedthefinesofnguage.

    Asdaysturoweeks,El''''smelodiesbegahemselvesintoLiam''''sprose,eaotebreathinglifeintohisstories.Iurn,Liam''''swordspaintedvividndscapeswithinEl''''smind,inspiriocreatemelodiesthatechoedthedepthsoftheirsharedemotions.

    Yet,behesurface,doubtslingered,fearofvulnerabilitycastingshadowsovertheirbuddingromanspokenwordshungheavyintheair,bindingthemi