Hey guys, its been a while. I had to get my mental health better and i did! But i have been writing a story based off of the 1960s, its long enough to be a book, its called Back To The Old House. Heres the small intro:
Some people leave quietly. Others leave like a storm you don’t see coming until it’s already gone.
Robin has already lost too much before the world ever gave her a chance to heal. Grief follows her like a shadow she can’t outrun—her family, her past, the pieces of herself she keeps trying to hold together. When she meets Liam, something shifts. For the first time in a long time, the silence inside her doesn’t feel so heavy. He becomes her anchor in a world that has never stayed still for long.
But love, for Robin, is never simple.
It arrives softly, like snowfall over broken ground—gentle, warm, and almost believable. And for a brief moment, it feels like maybe she can stay in one place long enough to be saved. Long enough to be understood. Long enough to be loved without losing herself in the process.
Until one day, without warning, it ends.
No explanation. No closure. Just absence.
And when the person who held her together disappears, Robin begins to unravel in ways even she can’t control.
Told through memory, grief, and the fragments of a love that once felt like survival itself, this story explores what it means to hold on when everything keeps slipping away—and how silence can sometimes hurt louder than goodbye and sometimes you give up altogether…
A haunting, emotional story about love, loss, and what remains when everything else is gone.
