Who You Could Be (11, 25, 31, 44, 59, 62, 63) I found you in the fractures, where imagination blurs into reality never quite existing. yet never fully gone. A silhouette shaped by longing, caught somewhere between who you are and who you could become if only you dared to try.

If You Ever Wonder (17, 20, 30, 37,43, 50, 60, 64, 68) I still look for you in all the places I know you’ll never be— in strangers’ smiles, in passing cars, in the soft blur of cities you’ve never seen. You haunt the corners of my dreams, a face I almost touch before I wake. Every morning feels like forgetting you all over again. I used to think fate was kinder— that two souls so bound could never be undone. But loving you taught me otherwise. You were my forever, and losing

So I’ve been writing since I was a little kid and my family has always encouraged me to write a book. The thing is, I am very stubborn and the more you tell me to do something the more I don’t want to do that thing. So I spent years telling anyone who asked me if I was ever going to write a book, no. Then, in 2025, I decided to take a creative writing class. I figured family is always going to tell you you’re good at something, but a stranger isn’t going to feel the same loya

So when I write, I have to be listening to music. I have always been this way. The songs should correlate to the emotion I want to portray, a scene that popped into my head when I was listening to it, or maybe even draw inspiration from the lyrics. I’m also aware there are some people who love listening to music as they read and I wanted this book to be as immersive as possible for the reader. I wanted them to be able to feel like they were sitting there with me as I was writ

The Bet (11,13, 44, 46, 54, 67) Aella sat down on the park bench to wait for Zyad. They had been dating for the last year, but something had happened; Zyad had changed. Aella couldn’t put her finger on when, but if she had to guess, it was about three months ago. As the sun started to set, Zyad’s entered the park. Aella watched as he made his way over to her and sat beside her quietly. “You wanted to talk?” Zyad asked, turning towards her.  “Yeah.” Aella took a breath, not kn