Hate to race lestappen

Thank you

To everyone who made it to the end — thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.

This was my first story. My first time letting something so personal, chaotic, messy, and full of feeling out into the world.

I know that, at times, it may have felt confusing or tangled, but that was never by accident. It was written that way for a reason — because this was always more than just a cute love story.

It was a story about mental illness. About how it feels to live in your own mind when it doesn't always feel like a safe place.

About how trauma shapes the way someone reacts, hides, lashes out, or shuts down.

Max's journey was never meant to be easy or clean — it was real. Through his depression, PTSD, BPD traits, and the lifelong weight of abuse, I tried to show how someone can push people away while screaming inside for someone to stay.

And how none of that is their fault.

Charles, too, carried his own quiet battles. His grief, his fear of abandonment, his desperate need to hold everything together. His role in this story wasn't just to love Max — it was to show how love can be steady, patient, and imperfect.

Through both their experiences, I wanted to shine a light on how deep childhood wounds, loss of family, and unresolved trauma live inside people long after anyone stops asking how they're doing.

And in the end — when Max and Charles stood at the edge of everything they'd fought for — I hope you saw how love can swallow us whole, and how powerful it is to choose each other over pride, over fear, even over dreams. Not because they gave up, but because they finally understood what mattered most.

If this story made you feel understood — even just a little, then that means the world to me.

Because stories saved me, too.

And I hope this one reminded you that there is something beautiful on the other side of the worst days.

That surviving is not weakness. That healing doesn't have to look perfect to be real. That waking up and choosing to try again — even when it hurts — is its own kind of victory.

That it's okay to let go of people who hurt you — even if you love them. Like Max did.

Walking away isn't failure, it can be the bravest thing you do. It's survival. And you deserve to feel safe.

It's okay if the darkness comes back sometimes. What matters is knowing how to face it, how to name it, and how to keep going anyway.

That you are worthy of love — even when you're struggling to believe it.

This story means everything to me because I poured so much of myself into it. Every breakdown, every misunderstanding, every moment they almost made it and didn't — it was all meant to say: This is what it can look like inside a hurting mind.

And this is how love, real love, doesn't fix you... but helps you survive.

You're not too much. You're not beyond saving.

You're worth loving — just as you are.

Keep going. There's more waiting for you, and you deserve to find it.

To anyone who found even a sliver of comfort or truth in these chapters, thank you for trusting me with your time and your heart. I love you.

And hey — I'll see you in the next story.
We're not done yet.

Heart of Olympus a new lestappen story is out now check it outt ;))) thankyou

With love,
V