Hello, and thank you for your interest in my novel. Before you embark on this journey, I'd like to share a few important details with you!

As I write my manuscript, I'll share it here on TheProse, offering you an opportunity to read it for free. Once the novel is complete, I'll publish it and remove it from the website. But don't fret! I'll keep it up here for a few months after the finale, allowing everyone to catch up on the ending!

Each chapter you find here will be edited, but the final, comprehensive edit will be done after the last chapter is complete. This means there might be some errors in the text you're reading. If you spot any, I'd appreciate it if you could leave a comment and let me know! Your feedback is invaluable to me, so please, don't hesitate to share your thoughts. Just be kind, please. :p

CONTENT DISCLAIMERS

This novel is meant for an adult audience.

I cannot list the genres on TheProse for this novel, and I'm unsure why. Every time I go to save, it removes my listed genres. For this reason, I wanted to list some content disclaimers before you get into the reading.

* Mentions of the death of a loved one

* Trauma, guilt, and overall mental health

* Language (This is not often; so far, there may be one scene with harsh language - it is not a constant throughout the book.)

* Sexual Content (Not overly descriptive, but sexual content is throughout the book.)

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Love, Ayre <3

In the silence of the moonlit park, Ava and Nora found themselves seated on a weathered bench nestled beneath a large oak tree. The calm and crisp air swept lightly the scent of spring beginnings.

Above them, the stars shimmered like scattered diamonds strewn across a canvas. For Ava, the moment was filled with emotions. A delicate dance with anticipation and anxiety.

She stole several glances at Nora, her heart fluttering. Her presence beside Ava was both intoxicating and reassuring. The weight of the moment pressed upon her. She reached out, fingertips grazing Nora's cheek with a feather-light touch. Ava's breath caught in her throat as Nora met her eyes.

The world around them seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them entwined in a delicate fate. Ava swore her heartbeat could be heard at this exact moment.

Grasping at any courage deep within her, she leaned in, brushing her lips against Nora's. Her body ached with longing and desire. As Nora leaned in, Ava surrendered to the emotions swirling between them. As they pulled away, their breaths mingled with the night air. Ava knew her life would change now, accepting what she wanted, but she stumbled upon something precious.

First and foremost, I apologize for the months of inactivity. It's been a while since I've written on Prose, and I feel guilty as if I've been neglecting a part of myself that I need to work on - sharing my thoughts and writing.

Life has been a whirlwind lately, with its ups and downs, and regrettably, I haven't been as present for myself as I should have been.

However, I'm excited to announce that despite my reluctance to work on my writing and myself, I've lately become diligent in working on my novel. It's a project close to my heart that I've poured countless hours of passion and creativity into and intend to spend many more.

I'm geared up to share more about my book very soon. I want everyone on this journey with me, from sneak peeks to full chapters. I understand now that support and encouragement are invaluable, and I couldn't imagine trying to embark on this adventure without sharing it.

If you want, give me a follow and I will be updating much more on my novel soon. I can't wait to share more about my work with everyone very soon.

Ayre Loveless

It’s a silencing, numb embrace.

My feelings fade, and I yearn for that moment to break from the emptiness.

P.s.

I'm pretty open about my battle with severe depression. I want to be strong and show everyone that you can still progress through a mental illness. Lately, I'm having a rough go of it, and to put it into simple terms: it sucks. I'm unfocused, unmotivated, and, most of all, don't even feel like a person at times. I'm a ghost, just floating around the house.

Anyway, to try and break free from my numbness and try to recuperate, I've started working on a novel when I feel down about someone in my position. This way, I'm able to get my feelings out and work at the same time.

* Note: This is an excerpt from a chapter in a story about the largest lie I told. That it's impossible to love after a tragic loss, and how I went about loving myself and moving on after the lie. I changed names, including mine, for personal reasons and to better emerge the reader. *

A quiet, overcast morning marks the day of my visit to Isaac's grave. The cemetery bathes in serene stillness; the world muffled in its muted tones. I approach the familiar headstone, and my heart aches with both grief and gratitude for the man whose memory I hold dear.

The grave is covered with fresh flowers from his sister. I kneel beside it, my fingers gently tracing the engraved letters of his name. Tears well up in my eyes.

"Isaac," I begin, my voice soft but steady. "It's been a while since we talked. So much has happened since you left, and I want to share it with you."

The breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees as though nature is listening to my words.

"I've been lying to myself," I confess. "I've told myself I couldn't find love with someone else. Our love was so unique and irreplaceable. I've missed you every day, and I always will. I've pushed people away and stayed to myself, to where I'm now barely a person anymore. But I've realized that it's not fair to hold myself back, to cling to the memories as though they are my only source of happiness."

I pause, my throat tightens with emotion, but I continue.

"I've met someone, Isaac. His name is Oliver, and he's brought light into my life - something I've not had in a long time. I know you would've liked him. He's kind, compassionate, and deeply loves nature and animals, just like you."

Tears stream down my cheeks as I speak, and I feel the weight of my emotions lifting, like a burden I've carried for far too long.

"It's not easy. There are moments when I still feel guilty for finding happiness with someone else. I miss and love you, and I'll never forget you. But I've realized that my heart has room for another now. Our past can coexist with my future as memories I'll hold."

A sense of serenity washes over me. It's as though Isaac's spirit has heard my confession and permitted me to embrace the future.

"I've been in a support group, and it's helped me connect with others who have experienced loss. I want you to know your memory will always be a part of my life, a cherished part. It's time to find closure and allow myself to move forward."

Once a place of reflection and grief, the cemetery has become a place of release. My heart is free to love once more, to embrace the possibility of the present, and to carry the memories of the past with me.