Something had already been brewing in my mind before. Something bad. Losing my pet affected me more than I expected. The worst part was that the police did nothing, and someone among my neighbors was the culprit. To this day, no one has discovered or even tried to find out who committed such a horrible act. I went through it terribly. I wanted to search for him myself, but I didn't succeed. And then a woman appeared in my life who, at the same time, dragged me down even further, but planted in me what I am creating today. And for that, I am grateful to her. I don't know if you will ever get to read this, but if you do, you will find yourself in this book. And me, too. It was one of the hardest projects I have ever created, and I have been creating for almost 10 years. I don't know if it's because of the past of this book, or maybe because of the complicated and close characters. What I created helped me more than I thought – it's as if you planted something in me that would pull me out of all this right after you dragged me down. There was never anything real between us, and I regret that you are the one receiving this book, and not the love of my life. Despite everything, I value the memories of our friendship. I'm glad you're no longer in my life.
November 25, 2025. My great-grandmother passed away. Now I myself have lost a loved one, and I understand Alexander better. Both of us will spend the holidays in mourning.
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