Hi author, I just wanted to share a few thoughts. BIYA is one of those stories I never expected to love the way I do now. It found its way into me quietly, and before I realized it, it had already taken root. It’s the kind of story that lingers — not just in the mind, but somewhere deeper, where emotions stay long after the words are gone. It’s hard to explain exactly why it resonates so much, yet it feels so clear. There’s something profoundly human in the way you wrote it — raw, tender, and painfully real.
I was especially moved by Hope’s point of view. The way you wrote her feels so intimate, so quietly powerful. Her chapters aren’t the kind you can skim through; they’re the kind you have to sit with. Her thoughts, her silences, her small ways of breaking and healing — they all carry such honesty. Through her, you made vulnerability feel sacred.
And then there’s Clary’s POV, which gives the story a whole new dimension. From her perspective, you start to see Hope as the red flag — distant, unpredictable, maybe even hard to love. But once you’ve read Hope’s side, everything changes. You begin to understand that she isn’t cold or careless; she’s just someone who’s always running toward the things she loves, yet constantly pulled back by fear. Not because she lacks courage, but because she’s terrified that if she fights for what she wants, history will only repeat itself — that her father will once again take it all away, just as he did before when he stopped her from doing the things that made her feel alive.
She’s a character who was never really given a choice. Her world didn’t allow her that freedom. And that’s why she lives almost like a shadow — quietly trying, striving to be seen, doing everything she can to make her parents recognize her for who she truly is. That part of her story hit me deeply because it feels so real — that silent kind of pain that comes from wanting to be understood by the people who should have known you best.
