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It's incredibly disheartening to pour my heart and soul into crafting stories, spending countless hours weaving intricate plots, developing complex characters, and meticulously polishing every word, only to feel like my efforts are falling on deaf ears. The lack of engagement – the few reads, the scarce votes, the almost nonexistent comments – makes it feel like my writing is simply not valued. It's like shouting into an empty void, hoping for a response that never comes.

Writing isn't just about typing words on a screen; it's about sharing emotions, exploring ideas, and connecting with others. It's a deeply personal and vulnerable act. To see minimal interaction, to feel like my stories are being ignored, chips away at my motivation and leaves me questioning the purpose of it all.


I understand that everyone has different tastes, and not every story will resonate with every reader. But the complete lack of feedback, even negative feedback, makes it feel like my work is insignificant, like I'm simply wasting my time. It's hard not to feel discouraged, to doubt my abilities, and to wonder if I should even continue writing at all.


I write because I love to create, because I enjoy sharing my imagination with the world. But the current response makes it feel like I'm writing for myself, for an empty room, which takes the joy out of the entire process. It's a lonely feeling, a constant battle against discouragement, and it's honestly starting to take a toll on my passion for writing.



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Another day dawned at Mrs. Dorling's residence, where Jungkook stood at the window of their room, gazing out at the breathtaking scenery. The panorama outside was a vibrant tapestry of green, with majestic mountains towering above the landscape. The calm and peaceful atmosphere was enhanced by the gentle rustle of flowers swaying in the crisp, cold breeze.

In the distance, the melodious calls of peacocks echoed across the mountains, adding a symphony of sound to the already stunning vista. Jungkook's eyes drank in the beauty of the scene, his spirit soothed by the serenity of the natural world.

Jungkook's gaze remained transfixed on the breathtaking view as he felt a gentle pair of arms envelop him from behind. The hands rested comfortably on his waist, a familiar touch that didn't startle him in the least. Jungkook's calm demeanor betrayed his certainty – he knew exactly who it was. There was only one person who could hug him, touch him, and claim him as their own.

" Why are you standing here?" a soft voice whispered behind him.

Jungkook's smile lingered as he responded without breaking his gaze from the stunning view.

"The weather is exceptionally calm today, and although it's cold, there's a peacefulness to it, isn't there?" A gentle smile continued to dance on his lips.

"You know, this type of weather and nature's changes only indicate one thing," Taehyung said, a smile spreading across his face as he gazed at Jungkook.

Jungkook tilted his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What thing?" he asked, his eyelashes fluttering as he batted them at Taehyung.

Taehyung's smile deepened. "It's going to rain."

Jungkook's eyes widened as he repeated, "Rain?" He turned his attention back to the lush greenery outside.

Taehyung nodded. "Yes, my love. And you know what's beautiful about rain here? The peacocks come out to dance in the mountains, and we can hear their melodic voices from here."

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with wonder as he listened to Taehyung's words, captivated by the beauty of the scene he was describing.

"I want to see peacocks now," Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "They look so beautiful in pictures, I wonder how stunning they'll be in real life."

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