Bar Red's Redemption ✔

t h e. e n d.

“Broken hearts love the most.”
― Lidia Longorio

the end

The moral of this story is not that you need someone to fix you if you feel like broken pieces scattering in the wind— it's that even when a sadness so heavy weighs down your chest and you feel like it's impossible to move, it's okay to get help from someone.

It's okay to heal.

That sadness is not you and you do not bow to it.

Depression is an illness, find your cure or find a remedy that'll ease it. It won't be easy. It will be heartbreaking. But I'm here for you.

Broken boys are broken for a reason and so are broken girls and any other gender.

The moral of this story is to be kind in the face of anger and pain and misunderstands and love and hate and everything until kind doesn't work anymore.

The moral of this story is that you should love yourself.

The moral of this story is that someone, somewhere will love you if you can't.

The moral of this story is that I want you to be happy.

The moral of this story is whatever you want it to be.

This book is for all of you, even when it doesn't feel like it.

Also, this is a PSA for you to love yourself.

To the girl with the family heirloom of mental illnesses,

To the boy who watched his mother cut her way through depression and thought it would be a nice inheritance to do the same,

To the children who heard their father's anger burst through the walls at night and who has the same rage past down to them in their veins,

To the daughter who saw her mother and every woman in her life get shaken with anxiety as they walked down the street at night and now that fear lives on in her trembling feet,

To the sons whose fathers drunkenly beat them every Sunday night like clockwork and who carries on the bloody-knuckled tradition as they get into a fight every morning before church,

To the rich kids whose parents neglect them but worship money like gods and who find the same comfort in things instead of people,

To the different ones, the weird ones, the ones who couldn't get a date, who didn't get kissed in high school, the ones who don't feel attractive or likable, who laid crying in their bed at night because that was the only time silence didn't judge them, to the ones that longed to feel like they belonged,

This story was written for you.

You are loved. You are more what they say you are. You are more than what you think you are capable of. You are more than sickness or depression or mental illnesses. You are more than your face or weight or height or size.

You are more than what separates you from the rest. You are more than what other people belittle you over. You are more than your mistakes. You are more than your anger. You are more than who your parents think you are or who they want to be. You are more than any expectations.

You matter.

You matter so much and you are appreciated and loved and liked and there are so many unread books out there and friendly people or dogs that you have yet to meet.

This is for you to remember that even when you are lonely, that you won't always feel like this.

But you always will be appreciated by me! (Drink water, kids, get hydrated or else I'm gonna steal your cookies!)

Although Bar Red's Redemption is over, his and Clementine's story isn't. Their cuteness will continue in their BRR Extra book
(which will contain
m a t u r e
scenes from their bedroom).

So please check it out if you're not ready to let go of these characters or the story yet! Or just want to get excited about updates again, lol.

Thank you to all my readers who made writing a rewarding practice and whose comments gave me the motivation to write when I felt like giving up!

Thank you to Cherish Steele who, without you, I wouldn't have gotten past chapter 3. You're an amazing sister, and my best friend, and the main reason I finished this book.

Seriously, even though you're a little gremlin at times, thank you.

Love you all!
-Steslara