Chapter 4: The Return of the Pen
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Favour sat in her quiet room, staring at a blank screen. The cursor blinked like it was waiting for a confession she wasn't sure she could make. Her fingers itched to write, but fear whispered: "What if it's not good enough? What if you fail again?"
For months, she had let fear hold her back. She tried singing, dancing, even writing songs — but nothing had felt like home.
Then, one ordinary afternoon, she found an old notebook tucked beneath her bed. Pages filled with messy handwriting, ideas she had forgotten, dreams she had almost abandoned.
Her heart ached and soared. She remembered why she had started — not for likes, not for votes, not even for verification. She had started because writing was her magic, her fire, her escape, her home.
With trembling hands, she opened her laptop.
"Let's try again," she whispered.
The words didn't come perfectly. The plot wasn't fully clear. But they were hers, raw and honest. And for the first time in a long time, Favour felt that spark — the spark that reminded her she was not defined by rankings or numbers, but by the fire inside her heart.
Somewhere deep down, she knew the journey ahead would be long… but this time, she would write without apology, without fear, and without limits.
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