If you linger here between the last line and the ache it leaves, press follow. 

Not because I asked
but because something stayed with you.
A hunger to turn the 📃page.

Because the words bit back.
Because the characters refused to behave.
Because you felt seen, or 👻haunted, or gently ruined
in the best possible way.

I ✍🏻 write⏳slow stories in a⏱️fast world.
I build ⛈️storms instead of trends.
I believe in endings that earn their edge, sharper than any 🔪blade and beginnings that draw🩸blood and leave a mark.

So if you're the kind of reader
who walks back into a 📕book long after it's closed,
who hoards📝 sentences like pressed🌹flowers ,
who knows stories are not content,
they're 🖇️companions.

Stay.

Follow and don't forget to vote.

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The next chapter is already breathing.