Letters to the Girl I Couldn't Save is not like the soft, romantic love stories I usually write. This story is deeper, heavier, and built around truth, trauma, and the fight for justice. It's a GL (girl love) romance, yes-but it's also a psychological drama, a courtroom battle, and a quiet war against silence.
Set in New York City, the story follows Rowan Hale, a young therapist haunted by the suicide of her best friend, Aerin-someone she couldn't save. Years later, Rowan meets Sloane Vale, a 17-year-old survivor of a brutal assault. Sloane's abusers walk free, protected by privilege and power. Her sister Lennox, fierce and relentless, is determined to make them pay.
As Rowan helps Sloane heal through therapy, she forms an unexpected bond with Lennox-built on grief, guilt, and shared rage. Their connection slowly blossoms into something more, something raw and real. But nothing about this journey is easy. They'll face smear campaigns, legal threats, panic attacks, and painful testimonies. And through it all, three broken souls will find strength not just in justice-but in each other.
This story is about survival, sisterhood, healing, and the courage it takes to speak when the world tries to silence you. It's about love-not the picture-perfect kind, but the one that grows out of darkness and dares to bloom anyway.
Content Warning:
This story contains heavy and sensitive themes including sexual assault, PTSD, suicide, mental health struggles, and trauma. Therapy, legal battles, and survivor healing are core to the plot. Please read with care and kindness to yourself.
Letters to the Girl I Couldn't Save is for anyone who's ever felt voiceless-and fought to be heard.
Thorns of Arrangement (f/f arranged marriage / enemies to lovers)
7 parts Complete Mature
7 parts
Complete
Mature
"If you are to be my wife, why shouldn't I look?" She asked with feigned innocence.
I glowered. "I thought you didn't want to be a toy?"
Her eyes narrowed, a smile pulling at her lips. "Oh Brin, I would not be the toy..." she trailed off, roving over my body. Heat developed at my core and I squeezed my legs together, speed walking away from her. She had to be messing with me.
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My lips were almost touching hers, as though something magnetic continued to pull us closer. I had no words. I was no longer angry with her. I was consumed by her.
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Brin waited for this day to come. The day she would meet her human bride. She imagined a beautiful encounter, love at first sight, a magnetism like no other, but her future bride, the warrior princess, Alvena, had a much different view. Fae and humans were not alike.