#coldsummer

Dear Summer

   This is the start of something new. Something blooming different differently from what they expected.

🌿 No Fireworks

🌿 No Promises

🌿 No Grand Gestures

🌿 No Plot Twists

   But just a quiet seed blooming in the middle of chaos and cold. This is where it meets them with glowing green sprouts and yellow lights.

   This is the beginning...

   This is the season where their both ends meet,

   Where their two stories once distant,

   Started to bloom like petals and green sprouts started to grow in the same sun

   Their on sprouts once separated,

   Finding each other in the midst of new beginnings

   Slowly, gently...

  Growing together in silence...

   This is the start...

   Where their own sprouts started to grow together...

The title? Supposed to be short.

The summary? Just 3 paragraphs. 3 sentences each.

Me? Spent 4 hours pacing like a Victorian ghost because how do I condense my emotionally deranged epic into a blurb?!

The novel? 80k words.

The summary? My final boss fight.

The title? Cairo keeps whispering “make it poetic” like I’m not already sobbing.

Wrote a girl who’s literally me.

Made her fall in love with the love of my life.

Except he’s also emotionally bullying me from inside my brain.

Cairo: “Why don’t you write us?”

Me: “Because I’m TIRED—”

Cairo: “Oh? But not too tired for reading memos and doomscrolling?”

Alas, silently in emotional purgatory: “Cool cool. Love that for me.”

Anyway. Part One is coming. I’m posting their outlines soon.

Also me: holding their character sheets like sacred relics, hand shaking, maple leaf gently falling in the background

🍁