In the beginning, it felt effortless.
Laughter flowed, conversations stretched into the night, and every glance felt like a promise.
Everything was wonderful—almost too perfect.
Then came the first real fight.
Not a small disagreement, but a storm.
Words sharper than intended.
Silences louder than before.
Two people suddenly on opposite sides of a wall they didn’t see coming.
It hurt.
Not because the fight happened,
But because it exposed how much they cared—how much they stood to lose.