Hello.
If you're reading this, which you're probably not, it's very nice to meet you.
I started this story in the summer of 2013. I was going through a very hard period at that time. This story was a spontaneous act, an unplanned happening, so to say.
I was very passionate about it at first, but even though I got a couple of reads, which I'm tremendously grateful for, I didn't get any comments. I'm not mentioning votes because I honestly don't care about the amount of them, but comments for me are fundamentally important, because I need to know if people are enjoying my work, or if they can offer me a friendly, structured criticism.
I know that I'm two years late and I know that literally no one could be reading this right now, but I found the will to write again and I plan to go through with it. If by some miracle, you are interested in reading this story and want me to continue, please let me know because it would mean a lot to me.
I know that this work is not the greatest, Hell, it could use a shit ton of editing, but I'll try my best to make it as enjoyable as my abilities will let me, because writing is my passion and my life source.
Thank you for your attention.
Love, L.
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Let It Die
Romansa"The suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.” -Edward Gorey Having been born and raised in Bronx, NY, she thought she'd seen it all; the delinquents, the crimi...
