Dear Reader,
If you're here, it means you've walked every step of this journey with me—from the first sparks of Ash and Haru's story to the final glow of lanterns rising into the sky. For that, I cannot thank you enough.
When I began writing Ashes in Bloom, I wanted to tell a story about scars, survival, and the heavy weight of love in dark times. But along the way, it grew into something more—about healing, about family, and about how even the most fractured souls can find light again.
Ash, Haru, Ayin, and their children are more than characters now; they're pieces of hope, stitched together by every word we've shared. And if their struggles and their peace left even the smallest warmth in your heart, then their story has done what I dreamed it would.
This isn't just their ending—it's also a beginning. A reminder that even after the darkest winters, spring always comes. And perhaps, when you look at the stars or watch a lantern rise, you'll remember them—and smile.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading. Thank you for believing in this story, in me, and in the fragile beauty of hope.
Until our paths cross again,