welcome aboard! 

i'm auro, and usually, i write about ghosts (literal and metaphorical) and people in love. but sometimes, a story demands a different voice.

so this project is an experiment of sorts in a new style for me; something quieter, dryer, and (hopefully) a little funny in a heartbreaking sort of way. 

if you've been following me and my writing for a long time, thank you for trusting me with this shift in genre! and if you're new here and this is the first time you're reading my work, i hope this story gently ushers you in and invites you to support my other writing as well. 

have a lovely time reading!

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Roman Kerr is a man of science and order. 

In the wake of his wife's death, he constructs a careful framework for survival: adopting her coffee preferences, maintaining their home, and moving through each day with precision. 

But the thing about grief is that it doesn't follow the rules he expects, and the more he tries to hold on, the more he discovers about what he's lost.

And what he never knew in the first place.

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PROMPTS USED: 

#28 | Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience, and a little bit of light, it will blossom.

#29 | You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart.