A Final Goodbye
There was a time when these stories were everything to me. I built them from the dark and from the ache , not to be rebellious, but to survive. These characters carried the weight I couldn’t, so I gave them my thoughts, my pain, and my silence.
Nyra fell from the sky and thought she was now in a place she didn't belong because I never felt like I belong to this world and people here. Calyxius became obsessed with perfection and order because I expected perfection from myself over night .Nyx felt that her love was scared of her and she found herself chasing after what can make her real because I was empty and needed to be filed and I was afraid I've never fit into the vibe for others. May heard the trees before she heard herself because when I didn't find a reason to live I helped others and avoided my own voice inside.
They all carried pieces of what I couldn’t say out loud. And in their own ways, they whispered what I felt:
“I need to be good enough."
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“I didn’t ask to be this.”
“I'll suffer by the world.”
“I thought this was always want I wanted but now I'm alone."
So this is me letting go. Not because I hate what I wrote. But because I’ve been called to something higher.
I found something more real than all of them.
I can’t keep these worlds open if they might lead someone else into a shadow I barely made it out of. So this is me choosing the narrow road .The heavier one.
But the right one.
I have commands to obey and it’ll be heavier than mine and their stories. But it’s worth it.
I had so much more to write and thousands of ideas that would rock the views. But I'm sacrificing it, not only because I want to save myself, but because I needed to save who is to read these.
To the readers, thank you.
To the characters, I loved you.
To the past, goodbye.
To Royal Road, thank you.
I'm gonna delete the books.
Farewell, I'm going into the light.
—Daphne Nina
