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Chapter 1 - Prologue

I don't know what these pages will become. Maybe they'll read like a love letter, maybe like a slow unraveling. All I know is that I need a place to put what my heart cannot hold in silence anymore.

I love them. That much is certain. But love has become a weight I don't fully understand—sometimes it feels like warmth, sometimes like ache. And lately, I find myself wondering if I'm the only one still carrying it.

So I'll write. Every day until October 4, when we meet again. Until that day, these words will hold me, even if they can't hold us.

I don't know if we'll be closer, or if I'll have to learn how to let go. All I know is that these pages will tell the truth of how it feels to wait, to hope, and to fear. This is not a story with answers—it's just a record of what the days hold.

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