I'm crying. On a train. In the middle of Central London.
Before I started this book, I told you it would stomp on your heart and make you cry. Well, as karma for me, I'm also crying.
And yeah sure, I'll look back on this 10 years later and laugh at what the hell I was doing, but right now I'm crying.
Because as Bradley Monse perfectly articulated (unlike me), sometimes we just have to move on. Oh God, it hurts like hell.
When you finish your book, like me, you'll know how hard it is to let go. Of your characters. The little world you've found yourself encased in. Which is why the epilogue was running 2 weeks late, because I couldn't bare to let go.
Fortunately, for me, this book is a first draft, and soon I'll be having a lot of fun rewriting it. I'm going to be looking forward to all the spin-offs (shurphy, anyone?) and meeting my characters again.
But, alas, my stop is coming literally and metaphorically.
So, goodbye dear reader and thank you for coming with me on this journey.
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After the Crash ✓
Teen Fiction"It's day 10, Isla. I wish you would wake up. I've lost everything and you're the only person who understands." Bradley Monse used to have everything. He was the star basketball player. He dated the most popular girl. He had good grades and friends...
