This story was taken down.
I’ve been writing it for two years. It wasn’t just a hobby, it was my escape. The only place I could pour things I couldn’t say out loud. Watching it reach 66k+ reads meant everything to me, because it told me my words mattered to someone.
Losing it feels cruel.
It feels like something I built slowly, honestly, was erased without understanding what it meant to me.
I’m angry. I’m heartbroken. And I’m exhausted from pretending this doesn’t hurt.
To everyone who read, supported, commented, and stayed you are the only reason this loss hurts so much. What we shared was real, even if it’s gone from here.
I need time.
Right now, this hurts more than I can explain.
-Venus