"Life is long and fleeting. Some see dust, some see stars." - "The Moon and Sixpence" by William Somerset Maugham
I wonder if one day, when I look at you, you will give me the same gentle look.
Anyway, it's a short story about love, no abuse, the articles will drop from time to time about the rebirth/time travel heroine and the blackened/loyal dog/crazy man/sultry male protagonist.
Third person. Just practice writing and see if you like it. If you don't like it, you can leave without giving any special notice.
The update time is irregular and very slow, so there will be no pitfalls.
PS: If you think these words can catch the eye of a reader, I suggest you let this book eat dust in your favorites until it is fattened up and then slaughtered. (Although this book may have very few readers, I still want to write it (?? ω ??))
Intention: The world and you are both gentle