Writing Between the Lines: A Quiet Kind of Heat

There’s something uniquely humbling about writing a story where every layer feels like a pressure point—where precision and vulnerability are constantly at odds. With this one, I found myself sinking deeper than I expected. Every line had to be earned, every shift in tension measured.

The emotional restraint, the controlled chaos, the silence between words—it all felt razor-sharp in my chest as I wrote. I think that’s what made it so consuming. This story asked me to linger in discomfort, to hold space for longing, and to let the ache stay awhile. 💙💙💙