I like to write about the kind of softness that survives ruin.
Sometimes it's messy. Sometimes it hurts. But it's always real.
This isn't my first time here.
I wrote the first version of this book years ago - when I was 19 and still figuring out how to tell stories.
Now I'm back, rewriting the story the way it was always meant to be told.
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writtenbykaya
Jul 24, 2025 01:30PM
I don’t usually post things like this, but a few new readers have found the story over the last couple of days — and I just wanted to say thank you. Quietly, genuinely. Your reads, votes, follows… th...View all Conversations
Story by Kaya
Everything I Couldn't Say
This isn't a love story. It's survival.
It's the story of two people who meet when everything's already falli...
