Rain

my letter to you 💛

Hey, so I want to start this letter out by saying thanks. When I started this story, it was out of three things: a lot of boredom, a little bit of sadness, and a need to tell a story. I didn't expect to see so many people enjoying my story every day. I didn't expect to have my phone's notifs blow up on occasion because someone found my story for the first time and found it good enough to vote for. I didn't expect to talk to people, but I did and I loved it. Thanks you guys so much for giving me that opportunity. It means the stars to me.

Secondly, I want to express my feelings toward Yuuri in this story. In this story, I kinda messed him up (whoops), but I did I for a reason. A lot of his thoughts echoed some I used to have and some that still have extended visits for periods of time. One of those thoughts of loneliness actually prompted this story, if we're being honest here. And, let's face it, they probably echo some thoughts that you, too, have from either from time to time or all the time.

Ideally, I wanted to show that no matter how much a person you meet may be able to help, they cannot do anything until you decide to help yourself. I wanted to show you that a new relationship will most likely not fix what's wrong. YA novels like that lie to you. Fanfics like that lie to you. Those are not reality.

Your partner cannot fix the chemical imbalances in your brain; they may be good for listening, but they cannot help as well as a doctor can. Yuuri and Viktor are examples of that in this story. (I think. Did I do it right??) Viktor is the person who cares enough for Yuuri to help him get help. Yuuri actually tries to help himself. They work together, and Yuuri gets better. You can too.

Please share this story with whomever you think needs it. Y'all, I didn't upload 84 days straight for nothing. I know it's not as impactful as other stories, but I really did work hard for it to be something that gets my message across simply yet powerfully. Some people say that fanfic is cheap, even if it has a good message, and they're right. I don't get paid enough if at all for this. (This is a really bad joke, but let's all pretend that we laughed, okay?)

If nothing else, please take away that I love you and want you to be as happy as you can be. I always have my inbox open, so come and say hi if you want to talk to me. I'll make time for you.

Thanks for reading, and sorry if this is super sappy for such a short and simple little story. I hope you don't mind.

Comment je vous aime, mes amours. Merci beaucoup pour tout.

- Juniper 💛