Definitely, my story has almost brought me to tears a couple of times, especially with my character's attempt to recover after a horrible experience with some unsolicited sexual advances in "Lurid," and her desire to just be rid of or escape her body, which feelings, I admit are based on some horrible experiences from my childhood, thought they are toned down for this story.
And also the trauma of my characters dealing with the loss of their parents, never knowing their parents, neglect, and feeling like they'll never be good enough because of things they've grown up hearing from their parents, it's in general, a pretty sad book, though it is also a romance:
“Sometimes I have this weird idea - it’s totally stupid - but you know, shower thoughts - my mom says they were divorced 30 days before I was born, but that’s old enough to recognize voices I’ve heard - even in the womb. Sometimes I kinda wonder if I ever met him, if something inside me would just know…”
“I missed hearing from you the last few days,” he says casually, “You feeling alright?”
I swear he’s magic.
My mouth blurts the single syllable before I have a chance to lie, to swallow it back down-
“No.”
Why does that word feel so dangerous to say?
There’s a brief pause, and I think I can hear doors closing somewhere far away in his background. He asks almost timidly, “Do you want to tell me?”
Yes.
And no.
No no no.
I want to pretend it didn’t happen.
I want him to tell me it’ll be okay. That it wasn’t right.
And I don’t even know where to start.
With the calamity -? Or all of the space in between -?
Explaining what I should have seen coming but never did-
I’m such an idiot.
Maybe if I had…I wouldn’t be here, cowering in the dark, trying to get out of my body.
And many more with more to come...I'm really giving my characters some pretty tragic lives honestly.