Lana Taylor had never been the kind of girl with a dramatic love story.
At twenty seven, love felt more like a lesson than a blessing. She had been in two relationships before both of them loud in the beginning and empty at the end. Nothing abusive. Nothing scandalous. Just the kind of relationships that start with hope and end with silence. The kind people forget easily. The kind you don't write home about.
What Lana did love was creating.
Content creation had become her escape her voice when life felt too quiet. She loved the way ideas flowed freely when she had a camera in front of her. The way strangers connected with her words, her thoughts, her soft laughter, her honesty. Creating content made her feel seen in a way relationships never had.
Her social media space grew slowly but steadily. Comments. Likes. Messages from people who felt understood through her content. It was comforting.
What Lana didn't know was that somewhere in that digital crowd, someone had been watching quietly.
Henric Jamin had been on her Facebook friends list for three years.
Three long years.
They had never talked. Never exchanged messages. Never reacted to each other's posts in a way that stood out. Just two names connected by a blue "Friends" button. To Lana, he was just another face scrolling past her screen someone she probably accepted during a random friend purge years ago.
To Henric, she was never random.
He noticed the way she expressed herself. The softness beneath her confidence. The honesty in her content that didn't try too hard to impress anyone. She felt real to him like someone who didn't belong to the noise of social media.
Still, he stayed distant.
Life pulled him away to another country, another plan, another woman. Henric was serious about his future. When he left the country, it wasn't for adventure or fun. It was for commitment. For marriage. For settling down.
He had someone he loved. Someone he intended to marry.
Lana had no idea.
January arrived quietly, carrying a shift neither of them expected.
After years away, Henric returned to the country not for Lana, not for fate, not for romance but for closure. The woman he planned to marry was perfect on paper. They shared dreams, values, and intentions. Everything aligned… except one thing.
Their genotype.
AS and AS.
A simple medical result that changed everything.
Doctors didn't argue. Families didn't debate. Love alone wasn't enough to ignore the risks. The future they planned collapsed under the weight of reality.
Henric came back carrying disappointment he couldn't explain to anyone properly. And without meaning to, he began scrolling again back to the familiar face he'd quietly admired for years.
Lana Taylor.