“Dad? I...I need you to pick me up.” Taehyung feels the air leave his lungs in a sharp exhale, his mind racing with a million thoughts. He feels like he should say something, stop her, tell her not to do this. But his throat is dry, his tongue too heavy to form words.
Aniya gives the phone to him and pushes back the covers as she tries to sit up, her movements slow and unsteady. Taehyung reaches over to help her, but she shakes off his hand, a defiant look in her eyes.
Hi, I’m Taevya. Writing has always been my way of understanding emotions and exploring the complexities of relationships. I love telling stories about people who are imperfect, passionate, and trying to find their way through life’s twists and turns.
My stories often revolve around love, misunderstandings, and the kind of connections that challenge and change us. I believe in creating characters who feel real and crafting moments that make you laugh, cry, and maybe even see a little of yourself in them.
Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me. I hope my stories bring you as much joy and inspiration as they bring me.
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