I wrote this story for the quiet ones.For the people who learned to survive before they learned to feel.For those who look strong on the outside, composed and capable, while carrying entire storms inside their hearts.
This story was born from the idea that love doesn't always arrive loudly. Sometimes it comes softly through presence, patience, and someone who stays without demanding anything in return. I wanted to explore that kind of love. The slow kind. The kind that notices. The kind that waits.
Writing this story was deeply personal. It reflects the parts of us that fear vulnerability, that mistake independence for isolation, and that believe control is the same as safety. Through these characters, I explored what it means to let your guard down not for weakness, but for healing. Not to lose yourself, but to finally be seen.
If you found yourself in her hesitation, her strength, her fear of trusting again—or in his quiet loyalty, his restraint, his unspoken care then this story has done what it was meant to do.
To every reader who chose this story, who stayed through the silences and the slow burn thank you. Your time, your emotions, and your connection mean more than you know. This journey exists because you allowed it to.
Volume Two may end here, but this story is far from over. There is more waiting more truth, more love, more healing.
Thank you for being here.Thank you for feeling with me.
— The Author 💫