don’t know if you realize this, but your story meant a lot to me. When you said you needed time to edit, I genuinely respected that and waited patiently because I believed it would be worth it.
But months have passed, and with every day of silence, it honestly felt like the readers who were waiting — including me — didn’t really matter. I kept checking, hoping for even a small update, and that hope slowly turned into disappointment.
I’m not saying this to pressure you, but just to be honest about how it felt from this side. I was really attached to your story, and letting it go isn’t easy, but I can’t keep waiting anymore. So today I’m removing it from my library, even though I truly wish things had been different.
I hope you understand why this hurts, and I genuinely hope you’re doing okay. Your writing was special — I just wish the readers who cared had mattered a little more too.