Katya's POV
I sit at my desk, my sketchbook open in front of me, but I haven't drawn a single line in the past twenty minutes. My hand trembles as I hold the pencil, my mind completely elsewhere. Misha and Sasha are huddled together at the back of the room, their voices low but not low enough. Lina leans in, her eyes wide, hungry. Even Priya, who pretends to be above all of this, has her ears perked, though she'd never admit it.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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