Dedicated to the heartbroken, the lonely, and the sad. The broken, the bruised, and the beaten down. For those who question if love exists, and for those who know it does. A sad moment does not make you a sad story.
For those who've loved and lost, who've known the ache in your chest that never leaves. Your soul splitting in two halves one night under a quiet sky.
For those who've yet to find their own wings.
And, above all, for you, the reader. Like all my stories.
I hope that after seeing the world through the eyes of my characters, you recognize them as your own eyes staring right back at you. As pieces of yourself. And if your world comes crashing down, I hope you can find the strength to build it all up again.
Sincerely,
~October [ Autumn ]
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The Moth
Teen FictionNoel Lane is a worn-out college student, spending nights on his rooftop looking for answers in the silence and sky. When a strange girl with broken eyes and a soft smile appears one night, he's intrigued. She claims she's a "moth," drawn to other...
