I sat at my desk, the soft glow of my monitor casting shadows across the scattered notes and character sketches. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I pushed back, turning to face you directly.
"Hey there." I smiled, running a hand through my slightly tousled black hair. "First, I want to thank you. All of you. The support you've shown Arcane Monarch has meant more than I can properly express."
I picked up my leather notebook, its pages dog-eared and filled with plot points and character arcs. "You know, writing Xavier's story was... therapeutic, in a way. It gave me the courage to finally tackle something I've been dreaming about for years."
Leaning forward in my chair, I met your gaze. "You might notice this story isn't here anymore. That's intentional. I want to take this seriously - really seriously. But don't worry. I've sent the completed chapters to my girlfriend Wisteria. She'll be uploading everything we finished tonight on her page."
A thoughtful pause. "Will she continue it? Honestly, I'm not sure. She's already juggling three fantastic fanfics, and I'd never want her to burn herself out for my sake. She puts her heart into everything she writes."
I gestured to the monitor behind me. "This message will stay up until Sunday. For those curious about what I was working on..." A slight smirk played across my lips. "Check my profile or search for 'Aspect Ratio.' I think you might find it interesting."
Standing up, I walked closer, my expression growing more earnest. "I'd love to hear your thoughts. What resonated with you? What caught your attention? Your feedback and engagement helped shape this story in ways you might not even realize."
My hand rested on the back of my chair. "Creating Arcane Monarch taught me something valuable - sometimes the stories we're most afraid to tell are the ones we need to share most. Your support gave me that push I needed."
"So thank you. For reading. For commenting. For being part of this journey." I smiled again, genuine warmth in my gray eyes. "Writing may be a solitary act, but stories? Stories live in the space between author and reader. You've made this space something special."
My gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. "Thanks for everything. Really. And I'll see you around."
With a final nod, I turned back to my desk, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write.