Hello, my hopeless romantics,
On 7th June 2022, I did something terrifying — I shared the first chapter of my first story with the world. I had no idea where that step would take me. Since then, I’ve completed two books, and I’m deep into my third.
Every read, every vote, every comment, every silent reader — you have no idea how much it’s meant to me. You made me believe I had something worth saying. And when my stories topped the tags, sometimes holding the #1 spot for weeks, I felt like I was finally seen.
But now... I need to tell you something I never thought I would write.
I’m quitting writing.
Not taking a break. Not stepping back. Quitting.
Though my stories have reached many hearts, sometimes the silence between updates feels heavy. It’s this quiet space where doubt creeps in. I’ve poured myself into every word, every update, hoping someone would see me. But most days, I feel invisible. Like I’ve been screaming into a void, hoping to be heard.
So this is me, signing off. Not out of anger, not out of bitterness — but out of exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that comes from loving something that doesn’t seem to love you back.
Note: I will still finish my current story, My Storm. I owe that to the characters — and to those of you who stayed, even when I slowed down.
I don’t know if you’ll miss me. I don’t know if my stories will leave a mark. But I will miss you — more than you’ll ever know.
That said... if any of you truly want me to stay, if your words and love can reignite my fading flame — maybe, just maybe, I’ll think twice.
“Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a bright flame… maybe I was just a flicker in the dark — small, brief, but real.”
With one last heartbeat,
anonymouswriter7❤️
