A Personal Note
This isn’t a dramatic exit or a promise dressed as hope.
I’m stepping away—from writing, from publishing, from this space. Whether this is a pause or a full stop, I genuinely don’t know. And I won’t lie to you by pretending I do.
These stories were never just stories. They carried obsession, chaos, love, ruin—things I poured into words because I couldn’t always hold them anywhere else. But right now, I need distance from the very thing that once felt like home.
If I come back, it’ll be because the words found me again—not because I forced them.
And if I don’t, I hope what I’ve already written stays with you in some quiet corner.
Thank you for reading between the lines.
Thank you for staying, even silently.
This mattered more than you’ll ever know.
With obsession (and affection)
—R.S.