Hi there — if you’ve found your way here, thank you already.
This book has lived quietly in me for years. I first wrote it when I was nineteen, trying to make sense of feelings that didn’t fit into clean lines. It was raw, messy, unsure — and somehow, still full of heart.
Now I’m older. The world feels heavier in some ways and softer in others. I’ve returned to this story not to make it perfect, but to tell it the way it was always meant to be told: gently, honestly, and with all the ache it carries.
If you’re here because you’re looking for something real — even if it’s a little broken — I hope this story gives you something to hold onto. I hope you see a piece of yourself in Norah or Daniel, or even just in the quiet spaces between them.
I’ll be uploading chapters regularly, letting the story breathe between each one. Feel free to comment, message, or just quietly read along. You’re welcome here, either way.
Thank you for being part of this.
— Kaya