Hi! I am writing my first novel and wanted some feedback.
preview of a random chapter:
"I tell myself heâs impossible, selfish, egoisticâbut thereâs a flicker, a quiet whisper inside me: maybe heâs not exactly what he says he is. Maybe all those walls, the harsh words, the relentless defiance⌠itâs a story he doesnât tell, a reason he doesnât show. And something in meâsome instinct buried deepâwants to know it.
I know he deserves better. I know he deserves someone who sees through the armor, someone who wonât flinch at the sharp edges. And maybe, subconsciously, my mind decided that someone could be me. Not because I want to fix himâthat sounds like a hero story from a cheesy movieâbut because a part of me believes I could belong in his story, quietly, where he doesnât have to perform, doesnât have to be always on guard.
And thatâs terrifying. Because I also know I deserve better. I know I shouldnât be drawn to impossible. I know heâs chaos, and Iâm craving peace. But even knowing that, my mind keeps circling, keeps imaginingâa soft hand reaching the rough corners, a quiet smile behind the scowl, and somehow, in my head, Iâm the one standing there.
Maybe itâs the version of him that doesnât exist⌠but maybe itâs the version I want to see, and somehow, my heart is already living in that story.I tell myself heâs impossible, selfish, egoisticâbut thereâs a flicker, a quiet whisper inside me: maybe heâs not exactly what he says he is. Maybe all those walls, the harsh words, the relentless defiance⌠itâs a story he doesnât tell, a reason he doesnât show. And something in meâsome instinct buried deepâwants to know it.
I know he deserves better. I know he deserves someone who sees through the armor, someone who wonât flinch at the sharp edges. And maybe, subconsciously, my mind decided that someone could be me. Not because I want to fix himâthat sounds like a hero story from a cheesy movieâbut because a part of me believes I could belong in his story, quietly, where he doesnât have to perform, doesnât have to be always on guard.
And thatâs terrifying. Because I also know I deserve better. I know I shouldnât be drawn to impossible. I know heâs chaos, and Iâm craving peace. But even knowing that, my mind keeps circling, keeps imaginingâa soft hand reaching the rough corners, a quiet smile behind the scowl, and somehow, in my head, Iâm the one standing there.
Maybe itâs the version of him that doesnât exist⌠but maybe itâs the version I want to see, and somehow,
my heart is already living in that story.
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