She was the stillness in the storm, the silence that invites reflection. Every word she spoke was measured, every gesture, deliberate. Her life was woven into the details, in the quiet moments she found between the pages of a book or in the whisper of the wind at dusk.

He, on the other hand, was the fire that never knew rest. The one who laughed loudly, who ran without looking back, as if every second was too short for all he wanted to live. Where she saw tranquility, he found space for a new challenge. And though they seemed like two separate...