Hey everyone, I'm finally back! From now on, I'll be updating regularly, with ten chapters every week.
So, where have I been? Well, life got… busy... the kind of busy that makes you blink and realize 2 months have passed.
* First, there was work — that endless cycle of deadlines and responsibilities that kept swallowing up my energy.
* Then, I made a big decision: I decided to change my profession, which meant going back to university. Starting fresh in a new field has been both exciting and terrifying, but also a chance to rediscover myself.
* And, last but definitely not least, I'm getting married this summer!
Between classes, work, and planning the wedding, my brain's been juggling a thousand things at once.
So yes, I sort of vanished. One day I was posting chapters and the next… puff! Gone. No warning, no explanation. I owe you all an apology for that. To everyone who waited, who reread old chapters, or just wondered what happened, thank you for your patience. I didn't forget about you.
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Books have always been part of my life. They were my escape, my teachers, my quiet friends in the middle of chaotic days. And in most of the books I read growing up, the heroes were always men: calm, clever, brave, logical, strong. They saved the world, carried the weight of everything on their shoulders, and somehow stayed composed through it all.
I used to admire them. But one day, I wondered: "Why couldn't a girl be like that too?"
So I started writing. A story about a girl who's rational, wise, and courageous, not the wide-eyed dreamer or self-sacrificing savior that stories often make female characters out to be. She's flawed, sometimes cold, sometimes misunderstood, but real. And through her, I've explored the questions and thoughts that have followed me throughout my own life.
This story carries pieces of me: my fears, my doubts, my quiet hopes. It's more than fiction; it's like a diary written in metaphors and dialogue. When I wrote it as a teenager, I didn't think about things like world logic, survival, or the gritty details of living, I just poured emotion onto the page. Now, coming back to it with more life experience, I see all the gaps, like "how hunger works", or "how people actually heal after trauma". So I'm rewriting and refining, keeping the heart of the story while making it more whole, more real.
Also... It's written in a language that isn't English, so please be kind about any mistakes in grammar or phrasing you might notice. My native language is structured very differently, and while I try to make the translation flow naturally, sometimes the emotion or tone doesn't land exactly as I imagined it. But I hope you'll still feel the heart behind the words. I hope when you read it, you'll feel something — whether it's understanding, inspiration, or just that quiet spark of connection this story gives you.
This isn't just my comeback as a writer. It's me returning to something I love, something that feels like home.
So grab a cup of coffee or tea, get comfortable, and let's step back into this world together.
Thank you, truly, for being here.
With love,
Gafaba