Thank you, my dear. I‘m here because I had this story in my head and it wanted to be told. 😁
I planned to start my second book ages ago but can’t find the time and inspiration and discipline to really get into it, set up the first version of the storyline etc.
Jay had so many bad things happen to him and people around him his whole life (more or less in accordance with canon) and this story is here to celebrate them. 😂😈🫣
He has cried since his childhood. On major events like the death of his mom. But not for minor issues, because men don’t cry, men don’t feel, men just get their shit together and pull through. (Not like me, who cries all the time, but I‘m a girl and allowed to an way). Yeah, it’s piling up and it will get worse. A lot worse. I would like to hug him too and help him, poor man. But that’s kind of one of the points of this story: people keep saying they are there for you, that you’re friends or family. But will they really be there when you’re at your lowest? Will they see you struggling and just be there? Will they be there when you ask for help? And what if they won’t…?!
Thanks for reading and commenting. Second chapter will be up soon. 😘
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november_1 on Chapter 1 Mon 07 Apr 2025 03:49PM UTC
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