Dear Author,
I just finished reading Pressure, and I don’t even know how to put into words what I’m feeling right now. It’s one of the most beautiful, heartbreaking things I’ve ever read. I’ve been struggling a lot — with my mental health, school, and how I see myself — and stories like yours have always been my escape. But Pressure wasn’t just an escape. It made me feel something again. It reminded me that I’m still capable of feeling deeply, even when everything else feels numb.
I don’t know who you are behind this screen, but through your words, I felt seen. The way you wrote the characters — their pain, their love, their fear — it all felt so real that it almost hurt. I cried, I smiled, I broke a little inside. It’s been a long time since a story has done that to me.
I know the story will probably never be finished, and that’s okay. I understand how hard it is to keep creating when life keeps moving on. But I still wanted to say thank you — for every chapter, every emotion, every word. It’s a strange kind of sadness, reaching the end of something unfinished, but I’m still so grateful that it exists at all.
Thank you for writing something that made me feel alive again, even just for a while.
With all my heart,
Sophia
Ps:sorry for yapping