Our Love Was A Crime Scene

Vivienne never meant to fall for him. Not that night. Not beneath the low, golden lights of the bar where she sang jazz to strangers who came and went before she could remember their faces. Then there was Alaric. He was different. Magnetic. Attentive. Certain. He made her feel seen. Chosen. Safe. And for a while, that was enough. But love has a way of changing shape. What begins as an unexpected romance slowly pulls Vivienne into a world of longing, secrecy, and emotions she doesn't have a language for. Somewhere between the person she was and the person she is becoming, she starts to disappear, piece by piece, without ever noticing it happening. Until one day, she is forced to confront a question she has spent years avoiding: How much of yourself can you lose before you stop knowing who you are? Some stories are about finding the right person. Some are about losing them. And some are about losing yourself first. This is a story of falling, breaking, and finding.