Chapter 2

So. Hi.

This… this right here? This was my first ever story. My literary debut. My emotional support disaster. My “I just learned what angst is and I will be USING it” era.

I wrote this when my brain was 70% feelings, 20% overdramatic monologues, and 10% “what if someone climbs a balcony again but make it symbolic.”

And now I’m re-publishing it.

Yes. On purpose. Because it’s my favourite story tbh. I just adore Dev. A lot. He’s me. I’m him.

But here’s the deal: I’m editing it. I’m rewriting parts. I’m trimming some of the extra emotional fat. I’m giving CPR to scenes that were wheezing.

Will it still be a little childish in places? Probably. Will it be slightly bloated in some chapters? Almost definitely. Will there be melodrama? Be serious. Will there be some cardboard characters? Of course.

So if you read something and think, “This is dramatic.” Yes. It is. That was the point. I was in my “feel everything at 300%” era.

So this is your official warning: You are about to witness my origin story.  So please lower your expectations!