SOFT FIRE 🔥❤️

PROLOGUE

There are girls who are easy to notice. They laugh like sunlight through a window, their voices filling every corner of a room. They seem weightless, as though the world has taught them how to belong.

And then, there are girls like her.

The quiet ones. The ones whose storms live beneath their skin, invisible to anyone who isn’t listening closely. The ones who pretend to be happy so others can stay comfortable, who bite back words because they know no one will understand, who ache behind closed doors and wonder if anyone will ever see the weight they carry.

This is her story. But perhaps, if you are holding these pages, it is also yours.

Because there are many ways to survive in this world — loudly, bravely, beautifully. But there is also survival in silence. In learning to wear masks that keep others from seeing the truth. In swallowing grief so no one else has to taste it. In hiding sadness behind a smile, even when your hands are shaking.

She was told she was too sensitive.
Too dramatic.
Too much.

But she was never too much. She was simply unseen.

And when no one noticed her pain, she carried it to the only places that never judged her: the trees, the sky, the soil beneath her palms. Nature was her witness, her secret keeper. A leaf never mocked her tears. The wind never told her to be stronger. Her dog never asked her to be someone else.

In their silence, she discovered something the world had hidden from her: her softness was not her weakness. It was her quiet strength. Her fragile flame.

Not the fire that destroys.
But the fire that endures.

The kind that flickers against all odds, trembling in the dark, yet refusing to go out.

Her name is Elowen. And for a long time, she believed she was broken.

But this is not the story of her breaking.
This is the story of her becoming.

The story of the girl who carried too much, and the woman she grew into — soft, but never weak. Fragile, but still burning.

This is the story of a soft fire.

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