What is written for you will find its way to you - even if it takes years, even if has to cross the mountains or seas, even if the world stands in between.
Its 3AM in the middle of the night Alina blinked againts the white screen her hands hovered over a button one step away from deleting account
It had been so long since she wrote anything - long enough for her to convince herself that she can't write anymore
until a single notification appeared.
''what's the ending ?"
she froze.
someone was still waiting for her.