Ink of My Own

Thirty-one stories. The things we carry. The things we finally say. Unwritten is about love that lingers in glances and gestures. Friendships that save you. Families — loud, messy, present — who show up even when they don't understand. It's about letters found too late and promises broken too soon. About summers that hold secrets and winters that offer second chances. About strangers who become home and goodbyes that become beginnings.It's about girls made of starlight and kingdoms beneath the sea. About libraries that open into other worlds and mirrors that show the lives we didn't live. About survival that looks like getting up one more time. It's about inheritance — of lies, of strength, of all the things we were told to hide. It's about crossroads. About burning down. About rising. And underneath it all, one question: What happens when you stop living someone else's story and start writing your own? For everyone who was ever told they were too much. You weren't. You were just getting started.