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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

Elijah came to an abrupt stop, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

He had barely made it past one of the secluded corners of the Academy, a narrow pathway lined with towering stone walls.

He exhaled, pressing a hand to his knee.

He sure as hell hoped so. He hadn't expected her to actually mean it when she swore she'd kill him. Then again, Victoria never made empty threats.

Just as his pulse began to settle, something whizzed through the air.

Elijah's reflexes kicked in. His hand snapped up, catching the object mid-flight.

A golden ring gleamed under the shadows, a delicate crown-like appearance in form of a small ring.

Elijah turned toward the stairway, where a figure sat at the edge of the steps, watching him.

Is it gay to love your genderbend self? (2)