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Just his follower
UMUR UNTUK MEMBACA 18+
yessa alvarez
Romance
ABSTRAK
When Moriah, an aspiring photographer from a modest background, first meets Nevan at summer camp, it feels like the beginning of a dream. She’s 18, at a camp her mother’s cooking job made accessible to her, and thrilled to be part of the Camp Club Singers, performing rock hits under the starry sky for their fellow campers. But everything changes the night she meets him. Just outside her dorm, Moriah glimpses an ethereal-looking young man, his striking presence making her heart race. She retreats to her room, needing a moment to compose herself. Stepping out again, she finds herself face-to-face with him—Nevan, the friendly, confident, and captivating stranger who lights up every room with his charm.Nevan’s approach is warm, and as he casually brushes a kiss on her cheek, introducing himself, Moriah feels the world blur. They share brief moments: a passing greeting, a few exchanged smiles, until she catches him outside the dorm later that evening, engrossed in friendly banter with his friends while tinkering on his laptop. Quietly blending in, she watches as Nevan works on music production software, something foreign to her. Drawn to his passion, Moriah strikes up a shy conversation, discovering they share interests in music and literature. They exchange social media handles before the night draws to an end, cementing a budding connection she’ll never forget.As Moriah drifts through her final day at camp, she searches for Nevan, only to realize he's nowhere to be found. She knows him as the son of the campsite owner, and the distance between their worlds suddenly feels immense, making a future encounter seem unlikely. Yet, as she boards the bus home, a final message from Nevan lights up her phone, sparking a bittersweet exchange that lasts through the journey. But, over the following months, she watches from afar as Nevan’s life unfolds on social media. He’s in tagged photos of high-society events, immersed in a lifestyle vastly different from her own. Their occasional exchanges grow brief, limited to holiday greetings and birthday wishes. The more she sees, the more Moriah wonders if she ever had a chance. Years go by, and though Moriah’s life has moved forward—she’s chasing her dream of becoming a professional photographer—she finds herself glancing at Nevan’s photos now and then, holding on to the fragile hope that fate will reunite them. Her dedication to her career keeps her grounded, but Nevan remains her secret inspiration, a reminder of that luminous night under the stars. Then, an unexpected opportunity arises. Moriah lands an internship job in the very city where Nevan now lives. She has no illusions—he may not remember her, and it’s possible they’ll never cross paths. But the possibility alone is enough to reignite her old feelings, bringing her memories of camp flooding back.In a bustling city of millions, will they ever meet again? And if they do, will Nevan recognize the girl who’s held him in her heart all this time, or will Moriah discover that sometimes, even the most cherished memories are best left as they were?