One Temptation

This One's For You **NOT A CHAPTER**

NOT A CHAPTER

HEY PEOPLEEE

I know, I know — I've been MIA. The whole "plot-building excuse"? Cute, but nah, that's not the real reason.

If we're being brutally honest, I got wrecked. Like, heart obliterated, curled-up-on-the-floor, can't-even-listen-to-sad-music type of wrecked. 

And now, even looking at this book feels like unlocking trauma on level expert mode.

It wasn't even a real relationship — more like that chaotic limbo between a situationship and a talking stage with emotional attachments nobody admits to.

But damn, it felt real. And that's why I stopped writing.

See, the book was a vibe, sure. But he? He was a whole different energy. The kind that messes with your perception of life itself. Like, am I breathing correctly? Is gravity different today? That kind of energy.

And now? Sitting here writing this, all those feelings are slamming into me like a playlist of sad-girl anthems I didn't ask to be on.

So, let's break it down. 

Just think of him as A.

Yeah. I stopped updating because every time I tried to write, his name was basically written all over the plot. Uninvited, but somehow the main character.

You know that phase when you're living for the plot? 

Making chaotic decisions because "it'll be a great story someday"? That's how I ended up attached to him.

We texted all day, every day. Literally non-stop. It was giving "Mads and West," but in real life — with fewer uniforms and more chaos. I swear, the parallels were freaky.

We had deep convos, too. Like, why is the universe so ghetto, or am I overthinking this or nah? And instead of brushing me off, he'd be like, "Nah, tell me. I'll break it down with you."

Do you even know what that does to someone who overthinks for sport? It's basically husband material at that point.

So, naturally, I got attached.

And that was the plot twist. I was never supposed to catch feelings. 

This was supposed to be for the ✨plot✨ — not for my entire heart to get hijacked.

But I did. And when it all came crashing down, I couldn't handle it. It wasn't even a dramatic breakup. We weren't official or anything. But the vibe? That energy we had? It just vanished.

And it broke me.

Suddenly, everything in this book became about him. The playlists, the late-night texts, the inside jokes. I'd try to write a scene, and instead, I was reliving our conversations.

Even now, the universe is on its weird stalker vibe. 

Songs he liked keep popping up. His friends send me friend requests, then unsend them like cowards. The algorithm is literally bullying me.

That's why I had to stop writing. I couldn't separate the story from my feelings for him. It hurt too much.

But here's the thing — I'm back now. And yeah, I'm still carrying that heartbreak. But heartbreak makes for some damn good writing, doesn't it?

The dedication? Yeah, it's changing.

It used to be:
"To the girls who woke up dreaming of the guys they cursed nightmares for — this one's for you."

Now?

"To the girls who cared too much for the one who was never really theirs — this one's for us."

I mean, who knows? Maybe he'll come back. Maybe the universe has another plot twist waiting for me. 

But right now? I'm finishing this book with a shattered heart and no idea how it's gonna end.

Because honestly? The universe is messy like that.

And for my brown girlies? It's Koi Si season again. Period. That song is on repeat, and honestly, it's keeping me sane.

2024 is almost over, y'all. Let's finish the year with a banger plotline and less crying in public bathrooms.

And to A? Good job, bro. You really did break me.