The Love No One Expected

The Love No One Expected

Demonic

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A story about a girl and a guy who become friends and fall in love unintentionally

The Love No One Expected Chapter 1 A Chance meeting

The city bustled around Tarlea as she navigated the streets with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. At 22, she moved here to pursue her dream of becoming a renowned artist. This was her fresh start, a canvas waiting to be painted with the colours of her ambitions.

One crisp autumn afternoon, Tarlea decided to explore a nearby neighbourhood. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lured her into a quaint café named "Artistry Brew." The cozy atmosphere and the sound of soft jazz music playing in the background instantly made her feel at home.

As Tarlea approached the counter to place her order, her eyes met those of a man sitting at a corner table. His dishevelled appearance and the heavy weight of sadness in his eyes struck her. She couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection, a shared sense of vulnerability.

Josh, a 30-year-old software engineer, sat hunched over a book, trying to lose himself in its pages. Depression had become an unwelcome companion in his life, casting a perpetual shadow over his thoughts. The café had become a refuge, a place where he could attempt to escape the relentless grip of his condition, even if only momentarily.

Their eyes met for a brief, fleeting moment, and a silent understanding passed between them. Tarlea felt a strong urge to approach this stranger, whose eyes told a story she yearned to understand. She ordered her coffee and, instead of heading to an empty seat, she walked over to Josh's table.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked with a friendly smile.

Startled but not unwelcoming, Josh hesitated before nodding. "Sure, go ahead."

They began with small talk, Tarlea sharing her excitement about her new life in the city, while Josh, in a reserved manner, talked about his job in the software industry. Despite the initial awkwardness, their conversation flowed naturally, transitioning from the weather to books and art.

Tarlea's enthusiasm for art ignited a spark in Josh. He mentioned his fascination with classic literature and how it sometimes served as his refuge from the darkness of depression. She listened attentively, empathizing with his struggle.

As the hours passed and the café started to fill with the evening crowd, it became clear that their chance meeting was not just a coincidence. Tarlea's vibrant energy began to lift the heavy weight that had settled over Josh, if only temporarily.

By the time the evening sun painted the café in warm hues, they realized they had spent hours talking and laughing as if they had known each other for years. As they parted ways that night, Josh couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that had been absent for too long, while Tarlea walked away with a newfound sense of purpose – not just in her art but in her connection with the mysterious man she had met by chance. Their lives were about to intertwine in ways neither of them could have imagined.

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