Twelve-year-old me had no idea, holy fuck.
I wrote a sappy speech at the end of this book last year when I published the old version. But today? Let's make things different.
First of all, I would like to thank absolutely fucking no one.
In 2017, the original idea of Tomorrow's Last Breath sparked in 12 y/o-me's mind.
After never having a plot or planned storyline, I began writing it down in a notebook, then transferred it into an empty draft on StoryBan.
That's how my idea came to life, horrifically executed, back in 2022.
After calling this draft a "done story", I rewrote it (too many times), to the point where Aidan and Valencia had a happy end, living a peaceful life with a daughter. Did I like it? No.
So, naturally, 17 y/o-me decided to traumatize them even more and rewrote the fourth draft of 2023 in a LibreOffice document, only for me to open it a year later and think "Such Bullshit."
And now I'm almost 19, traumatized to my core, but I found a way to cope with it.
Projecting my trauma onto my characters has been the best therapy I could ever receive next to the sticky elementary school therapist who wanted to tell my anxiety to "Chill and take a breath."
After a whooping 160k words, this book is officially done and ready and - hot Cheetos with cheesy dust - I can rest and settle knowing none of my characters survived.
Everyone is probably still crying when they are reading these acknowledgments here. I cried about Sina's and Suraya's death, okay?
If someone might come up with the idea to revive them in another universe, I am quite possibly dead.
Hand your therapy bills over to the local campfire, I am broke.
Thank you, though - through all of your tears - for making my dream come true: writing a story that people cry over :)
Although for you, Jason, I'll make an exception when it's my time to go back to hell, and I hope the devil already has a reserved spot for you to burn in.
Moral of the fri-end-ship:
Don't fake your death with cancer.
Not on Fay Willows.
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