Hello readers!

This story marks a special milestone for me—it is the first story I have ever completed writing and only then am I publishing. There's something deeply satisfying about finishing something you've started, especially when it's your very first attempt. I've poured pieces of myself into the pages of this story, and while the journey of writing it hasn't always been easy, it has been incredibly rewarding. I hope that as you read it, you can feel the warmth and the vulnerability behind every word.

This story, like any creation, is a reflection of my thoughts and experiences, but I want to make it clear that any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to any other story, is purely coincidental. This is my own tale, spun from the quiet corners of my mind, with my own set of characters, their joys, fears, and dreams.

I dedicate this story to myself—to the writer who, at times, doubts whether she could ever finish a story, and to the readers who believed in the idea of storytelling. And above all, to all the teenagers who believed, at least once in their lives, that their first love would be their forever. You are not alone. Your hearts are full of hope, and I see you. This is for you.

Thank you for reading.

—fandomarcade