Helloooo, Kyru here!
Um, I'd like to begin this note with a big thank you for everyone that read my story so far and still stayed and beared it along with me (even when it had only two chapters posted in ONE year T_T)
I'm trying my best to make this story at least decent enough for the audience here. I'm just an amateur :")) and school life takes almost all of my time, and probably young creators have dealt with the same pain as I do now: exams...lots of homework...and all that nasty stuff.
I thought at first that making longer chapters would bring me an advantage, as well as it would've brought to you guys: more content in a chap. Butttt I've realized just how hard it is to make them long. Ideas come and go, and in my case, I sometimes have trouble describing things (I'm following tons of tips, but I tryna be original too) sooo posting a long-ass testament every 6 months doesn't feel fair to you all.
I hope you'll still hang on and bear the struggle with me as I post new chaps once in a while...I don't have a very well organized schedule since school f*cks up w/ me everyday, so..my deepest apologies for the big gaps between the future chaps, guys T,_,T
I'd love to thank my best friend, sister, therapist, onemaryart, my partner! This fic and its entire plot wouldn't have been brought to life without her bright intelect and brilliant mind (I'm just kidding, we both share a quarter of a brain cell). But leaving jokes aside, she is the other creator of this fanfic, that worked just as hard as I did to bring this to you all. Thank you so much, queen~
You might as well feel free to comment, I'd be so glad to read your thoughts & opinions about the fic! (but also be mindful of others when commenting, pretty please)
Thank you for reading this note and thank you again for supporting my fic! I still think that all this is a dream, I swear XD
This might be everything...uhm...take care, everyone! Kyru out ฅ•ω•ฅ
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Melted Flowers, Melted Friendships
Fiksi Penggemar"Trees burn and fall behind me, As people scream and run for their lives. Their blood runs cold on the concrete, Shallow rivers painting the grass red. But I am untouched; I can only look At the scenery catching on fire, At the ones that burn along...
