Chapter Four: To Whoever Holds This Book in Their Hands

The first time Olivia held the printed draft of Live for Me between her fingers, she felt that something was closing, and at the same time, something was opening. The paper still smelled of fresh ink, and the margins were filled with pencil notes. It was imperfect, intimate... and hers.

Sitting in the gallery, with the sun's rays streaming through the stained glass windows, Olivia called Luciana, Elías, and her friends: Gloria, Merlyn, and Alejandra. They had been asking to read it for weeks. But she had waited; she needed to be ready to release that piece of her soul.

"Today, I want to share it with you," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "And it's going out into the world. It's going to be published."

The girls embraced her immediately. Luciana squeezed her hand, and Elías, silently, placed a small flower between the pages. A dried flower, one he had found inside an old book in Tom's library.

But before handing her book to each of them, Olivia wrote a special note by hand on the first page. Not just for them. For anyone. For you, who is reading now.

"If this book is in your hands, then let me tell you something important."

"Maybe we don't know each other. Maybe you're reading this on a rainy afternoon, on a train, or lying in your bed trying to understand your own pain. But there's something I want you to know: surviving loss is not a selfish act. It is an act of love."

"I wrote this because I broke. Because I lost the love of my life. And also because I promised myself I would keep living. For him. For me. And, in some way, also for you."

"If you have ever loved so much it hurt, this book is for you. If you have ever felt alone in your pain, this book is for you. And if you still don't know how to go on, perhaps these pages can give you a little bit of light."

"Live for yourself. But if you can't right now... then live for someone. For a memory. For a dream. For a promise. And one day, you will live for yourself again."

"With all my love,
Olivia."

When she finished reading that page aloud, the silence filled with tears. Not because it was sad. But because it was true.

And so, with trembling hands and an open heart, Olivia released her words into the world.