hznoid

There are certain kinds of loneliness that are difficult to explain.

The quiet kind.

The kind that exists even in crowded rooms. The kind that slowly convinces you that feeling understood is something meant for other people.

Parallel Hearts was born from that feeling.

At first, I thought I was writing a fantasy romance about two souls finding each other across worlds. But somewhere along the way, I realized the story was about something far more personal.

Hamna became more than a character to me.
She became warmth. Compassion. Hope. The voice that tells someone exhausted by their own mind that they are still worthy of being understood and loved.

In many ways, Hamna is a metaphor.
Not only for love from another person... but for the healing that begins when someone finally learns to look at themselves with kindness instead of constant war.

This story was written during moments where silence felt very heavy to me. And maybe that is why rain appears so often throughout these pages.

But so does light.

If you see parts of yourself in Hamza, I hope you also see this:

Healing does not always arrive loudly.

Sometimes it appears quietly... like warmth beside you during a storm.

And sometimes, the soul that saves you is the one teaching you how to finally love yourself.

— hznoid




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