KimberlyPaul

...Based on a true story...

When the past refuses to let go....

Unravel Me Slowly follows Lexi, a girl who spent her entire high school life trying to piece together her shattered self-esteem, only for her to watch it crumble in an instant. Memories she really tried her best to forget still haunt her together with words she can't pretend forget. 

Lexi thought she could bury the hurt, smiling when her heart aches, and laughing when her confidence goes low. 

Let's talk about the night all this started. In a moment of weakness, she gave in to him -Theo a lost love. Hoping that maybe he would see her the way she sees him. But morning came and the bitter taste of realization that nothing would ever change. Theo had the power to tear her apart. He became a ghost that haunts her every thought, a reminder of how easily she let herself break.

Then came Dave. With his quiet kindness and patience, he begins to break down the walls she’s built. But letting him in means risking everything—risking another betrayal, another wound she might never recover from. And even as her heart leans toward him, the thought of Theo still haunts her. 

Caught between who she was and who she’s afraid to become, Lexi battles her fears of not being enough. Every moment with Dave feels like healing, but every thought of Theo pulls her back under. Leaving her questioning her self-worth, her choices, and whether she really deserves to move on.

As Lexi tries to move through this web of love and loss, she’s left with one question: Can she let herself fall apart to truly heal? Or is she destined to carry the weight of yesterday forever?

To heal, she first had to fall apart.

But some scars never fade... and not all stories end with closure.

Unravel me slowly

For a boy who never even planned to catch me.

It happened so fast. One moment we were standing in my apartment's hallway, and the next, his lips were on mine..His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, fingers pressing into my skin like he was afraid I would disappear.

I kissed him back. Of course, I did.

I was always good at giving him what he wanted. His mouth was warm and addicting...or maybe it was just the taste of vape that lingered on his tongue. He held me like I was the answer to every question he had ever asked. Like he needed me.

I knew that him and I were never going to happen.

But when his hands slipped under my shirt, his touch sending shockwaves down my spine, logic crumbled beneath the weight of his body pressing against mine.

We stumbled into my room, clothes fell, careless and forgotten, and for a moment, I could pretend he was mine.

I told myself it was just one night.

But mistakes weren't meant to feel this good.

Being with him made me feel like I actually mattered. Like I was more than just another girl whose name he'd forget by morning.

But dawn always comes and reality crashes with the light.

No note, no explanation. Just the messy sheets and the faint scent of his cologne on them.

Because every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel his hands on my skin, his voice whispering my name, his brown eyes staring into mine. The way he held me...like he needed me. If only for a moment.

He was gone. But he never really left.

Even now, I can still hear his laughter echoing like a cruel joke.

I let him shape me, break me, and rebuild me...just to break me again.

I tried to move on...I tried to forget.

But he always found a way to resurface.

Forgetting him was like trying to unburn a fire...

No matter how hard I tried to let go... he was always there. In the songs on the radio, in the rain against my window, and in the laughter I could never quite share.

Now, I'm standing in the ruins of what we were, wondering how to pick up the pieces. Wondering if I even want to.

Truth be told, after all the pain...a part of me still misses him. A part of me still waits for him to come back. I came to learn that the past never really disappears.

It waits...patiently...until you're foolish enough to look back.

Prologue.