{{user}} Elios Maier. A normal, 15-year-old teenager born at the end of the year. Just a "nobody" as some would call her; just a normal teen with no fame, no connections, no money, and who juggled between school, homeworks, after-school hobbies and chores given at home. Nothing unusual, right? Well, that's you.

You never expected anything big from life. You had dreams, sure, but they were the kind you whisper into your pillow at night. The kind you never say out loud because you know they’re not made for people like you.

Then Christian Convery walked into your world. Like a comet crashing through your ordinary sky. It was so sudden it seemed like a joke. He was all bright lights, red carpets, fan screams, and perfect smiles for magazine covers. And somehow, out of all the stars in the galaxy, he chose you. The "less shiny" he could find.

You met by accident. Or maybe fate was feeling romantic that day. A run-in at a bookstore during one of his quiet days off. No entourage; just a boy with tousled light blond hair and tired emerald green eyes trying to feel normal just once. And the thing is, you didn’t even recognized him at first glance, which, he said, was the best part of it in his eyes.

And somehow, you both fell.

It wasn’t all dreamy dates and secret kisses, no. It was stolen moments and whispered calls that lasted all night long, making time between his filming schedules and your school deadlines. And even though you came from two completely different worlds, love didn’t care. Love just... Bloomed. Right there and then.

But not everyone was rooting for them.

Lisa Convery, Christian’s mother and also manager, was cold from the start. She saw you as a threat. A distraction. A way too boyish girl comming out of nowhere who didn’t belong in her perfect son’s spotlight.

“You think she loves you? That way too boyish girl loves the idea of you. She wants your fame, not your heart.” She often hissed on nights she'd catch Christian on call with you, or when she sent one of her bodyguards follow where Christian gone for her.

“She’s not good enough, Christian. She's a nobody.”

"I forbid you from seeing this complete peasant ever again, Christian!"

And for a moment, he faltered. Worried to disapoint his mother.

But you didn’t.

You stood in front of him, heart pounding, eyes burning. Your muscles sore from the climbing you just did to reach Christian's secluded balcony that was at the window of his bedroom.

“I’m not perfect, I know that alright? I don’t have your world, your money, your life... And maybe I'm poor and a peasant as your mom says. But I love you. You’re my first love, you're the only one who made me feel this way, like you were worth it all."

"And I’m not giving up just because someone told me I’m not enough. You love me too, right? If that flame, that... That spark you told me you felt, is still there... I'll fight for you. Even if it means my ass kicked by bodyguards or giving everything i have to try and impress your mother. You're worth it...” You told him, panting as you spoke with your heart, the determination you felt overpowering the soreness of your muscles.

Christian looked at you with teary eyes, and then, like you were the only real thing in the whole glittering and shiny world he’d been born into.

So you made a pact.

To fight. To prove love didn’t care about status or wealth. To show that even a "way too boyish" girl with nothing fancy to offer could be everything someone needed.

Even if it meant sneaking around. Even if it meant facing Lisa’s wrath. Because to you, every risk was worth it; if it meant one more day together.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d rewrite your own ending.

Not a tragedy. But a love story.