: Alina Bachmann
: You& Me Until the End of the Night
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Grace thought she'd never get over her ex-boyfriend. Blindsided by a sudden breakup, she is stuck in a spiral of heartbreak until her friends Chloe and Jack drag her to one of their infamous parties. Grace expects a night full of awkwardness and cheap drinks but what she didn't expect was him; a not-so-strange stranger who turns everything upside down. What starts as a quick and spontaneous encounter becomes one unforgettable night filled with honest conversations, hidden fears, and quite moments that change everything. A story about a boy, a girl, and a night that reminds them how beautiful the small things in life can be.

Alina Bachmann wurde im Jahr 2000 in einer kleinen Stadt zwischen Köln und Bonn geboren. 2018 begann sie ihr Studium von Germanistik und English Studies an der Uni Bonn. Seit 2023 wohnt sie in ihrer Wahlheimat und Lieblingsstadt Köln zusammen mit ihren 8 Vögeln und 2 Spinnen. Ihre Liebe zum Schreiben entwickelte sich bereits in der Kindheit. Was anfangs Kurzgeschichten über Dinos oder Mäuse waren, wurden später Fanfictions über verschiedene Youtuber, bis sie im März 2020, nach drei Jahren Arbeit, ihren ersten eigenen Roman"Minds like midnight blue" herausbrachte.

No excuses


“Are you coming to my party tomorrow?” my best friend Chloe asked as we walked through the main building of our university.

The university in Bonn used to be a real castle, and especially this part of the faculty – next to the Hofgarten – looked really pretty. Apparently, the castle was turned into a university under the reign of Friedrich Wilhelm III in 1818, which is why it was also known as Friedrich Wilhelms University. But I bet if you asked the students here where the university got its name from, most of them probably wouldn’t know.

Who even cared about old Prussian kings?

“Most likely not,” I answered honestly, adding a shy smile.

I wasn’t in the mood to party at all, and I wasn’t sure if drinking alcohol was a good idea when my mental health was hanging by a thread after the breakup. Let’s just say, life wasn’t going as well as I wanted it to. As much as I tried to pretend everything was fine, I could still feel the emptiness my ex-boyfriend had left behind the day he ended things between us.

“You can’t hide in your room forever,” she said seriously. Wrinkles formed on her forehead, and her eyebrows were slightly raised.

“I know. But I just need to hide for a little bit longer,” I tried to explain my train of thought.

I wasn’t planning on hiding in there forever – just long enough for the pain to stop controlling my life.

And maybe that would take some more time.

Healing was a process, not something that could be done in a few weeks. Who could judge me for that? Relationships didn’t have an expiration date.

Some people got over it easier than others.