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(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

'Cold... so cold...'

Elijah felt something slithering over his legs, thin, spindly fingers traced his skin. He couldn't move. Couldn't see a single thing.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, erratic, uneven. The air felt thick, dense with something unseen yet ever-present, waiting. Watching.

He knew it was. He had to. But knowing didn't help. Knowing about it didn't woke him up at all.

A flicker of movement in the void. A figure took shape before him.

Golden hair. Golden eyes. A face he once knew.

Blood soaked his body, staining his skin and pooling at his feet.

A jagged, gaping hole marred his throat, the wound wet. The blood did not pour—it simply bubbled, like something still trying to live despite being torn apart.

Dae-hyun's lips curled—not quite a smile, not quite anything at all.

Is it gay to love your genderbend self? (1)