Intertwined in a net of lies an betrayals, I softly slid down from my silk sheets, landing lazily on the floor, palming my forehead with frustration. Why couldn't I be over it... No matter how much I attempted to throw our memories to the back of my head, It never worked.
...I was alone...
My friends were gone, my social placement, shattered. All I had in the world was my own broken self. After all this fighting, I knew it was time for me to finally give up on this adventure... Not every story ends well, actually, this is life.
Life is cruel, but it's beautiful.
---------- time skip--------
Karisma moved on to be beautifully successful in what she did and everything that happened to her oh so long ago was a distant, but sweet memory. Sure, it was bad at the time, but it was all for the better. If she had continued to sulk, living in the spotlight with torment from others, she wouldn't have been happy at all. Graphic designing is much better than a life full of hate. Or so she decided.
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A/N
Dear Readers and Fans of This Story,
I am so very happy that you all enjoyed this cute little tale I decided to create, but I think now is the time to end it. I've been really dreading making this chapter because, well, I just don't really like this story anymore. I tried to direct it away from being a fanfiction, but it didn't help. Now, I don't want to go all George R.R Martin on you all, so I will be creating new stories, ones I actually enjoy making and don't find myself falling asleep to. My next story is going to be a test story (possibly about Udertale u-u) ,but once I get accustom to writing again I will make my own stories. Though writing is a backseat hobby of mine, I still try to find time to read while my art is being viewed, or while I'm waiting for commissions. As for this awfully abrupt ending, I'm very sorry, I just... I needed truth
yours truly,
The Author~
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