Eira had spent most of her life learning how quietly a person could disappear.
In her father's house, there were always rooms filled with people, yet somehow there was rarely a place for her. Her stepmother had perfected the art of overlooking her, and Celine had inherited that talent with effortless grace. Eira had learned not to complain about it. Complaints only invited questions, and questions required answers she had stopped wanting to give.
As a student, I’m working hard to continue my education while pursuing my passion for storytelling. Your support helps me dedicate more time to writing, develop my creative work, and build a stable future while I follow this dream. If my stories make you smile, feel deeply, or stay up for “just one more chapter,” your support means more than you know. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings me one step closer to growing as a writer and creating more stories for you. Thank you for believing in my journey and being part of it. ✨ - Author Vanyaa
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