Emily_as_Em

Can someone tell me when was "The painting" written by the author, like I'm just curious that was it written in 2019?

in the end of the painting you've talked about heirloom, when will it come?? and if it's done where's it uploaded I can't find

Hello author
          Am an unknown to you and the same goes to me.
          Today(it's already midnight hehe) I stumbled on your work-- the painting-- which I had read a long time ago, almost 2 years back and I had forgotten about it but when the time I read it, it was my dearest book. 
          My love for that book and respect for your writing it had reached it's peak. 
          The emotions I felt--when I read at that time-- it all came rushing back like I was struck by a thunder. That feeling, every one of them, it was as new as if I finished reading it just now. 
          It felt like I had never forgotten, just momentarily slipped away from the creases of my mind. 
          It felt so refreshing yet the feeling of all the sadness, happiness, tears that I had shed when I read, what I felt....it just came back. 
          I wrote this post to you only to tell you just how amazing your writing is and how it has captured my heart. Has engraved, carved every emotion I  felt and I could never forget it Even if I want to. 
          I just wanted to appreciate just how talented and amazing you are. 
          Thank you for giving your precious time to reach this 
          Just remember you are loved and your work is loved as well. Silently, loudly. In every way. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          

I already re read ‘the painting’. Atleast twice a year. But now after I re posted it on sep 2024, I didn’t read it. It’s been a year and I still didn’t re read it. For some reason I’m not getting the courage to go through that heart break. Even though in the past I liked that heart break feeling.  But not a single day I forgot it. Today I opened to read it and after prologue I continued continue it… 
          
          Hope I get the courage to read it again
          

Hello, hope you are doing well 
          Do you have the PDF of the painting?

Heyy i wanted to ask you if "the painting" Is exactly the same like the original one or did you make any differences . I wanna read it . Please reply 

Author  I know it's been a long time since you posted the painting I really appreciate it with my whole heart even I and with me so many people cited while reading ther idea of yours of the heirloom was great a feeling of excitement and anticipation ran in my veins so may people are waiting for you to write it so do I. Please try if you can we will be thankful to you and if it's not possible it's okay just reply me and I still cherish the painting so much

@Emily_as_Em 
          
          Hey, sorry to bother. But I really cherish the painting with all my heart, I just want to keep it close with me, are u able to send a copy of it or post it on AO3?? Again I love that book with all my heart <3

Hi, it’s been too long since I texted here. 
          I don’t know where else to go, so I’m writing this here- not because I think anyone can fix things, but because this place feel like home when the world feels cruel.
          
          I studied so hard, gave up sleep, pushed through pain, and finally earned a full scholarship to study in Taiwan. They were offering me everything: tuition, accommodation, food… all free. I thought I had finally done something worth making my dad proud. I thought this was my moment. 
          
          But now, two month in, they suddenly told me I have to pay the tution fee for my university here in India. No one told me that before, not even once. And when I asked about it, my teacher said I was being rude and difficult. That’s not true, I might harm my self but I can never be rude to others, how can she easily say this to me.
          
          I don’t have that kind of money. I haven’t even told my dad yet. I’m so scared. I don’t want to see disappointment in his eyes.
          
          I don’t want to be the burden child again. And I feel like everything is slipping away. My dream, my effort, my hope…. All of it. Should I vanish from everyone’s life with out a clue? I don’t want to face anyone after this.
          
          I’m not able to eat or sleep because of this. I hate feeling like this. I hate that my hands are shaking as I write this, I hate that my eyes failed to keep the tears in. I hate that no one seems to care, and I hate everyone and everything. Elders are so cruel to me. Humans are rude and bad.
          
          But something in me still writes this. Because maybe somewhere deep down, I still hope someone will listen. And maybe remind me that this moment won’t last forever.
          
          So… if you’re reading this, thankyou for being someone who feels safe to talk to - even from afar.

Hii! Would you like to Collab with me writing a story??