Beck I wasn’t looking for love. Not when I was still trying to figure out how to let anyone in. But Sophie Prescott makes it impossible to keep my walls up—because somehow, she feels like the home I’ve always been searching for. Sophie He was supposed to be my friend. A distraction. A lie we both agreed to tell. But somewhere between pretending and falling, Beck became my safe place. And maybe love isn’t about fixing what’s broken—it’s about finding someone who stays through the healing.