four more chapters before WFMI ends and... well yeah, I don't know.
I'm just sitting here, staring at the wall while feeling everything within me sink. I can literally now understand what it feels like to be hollowed out.
This feels like a curse. The curse of loving and living my characters to an extent that realising I won't be writing them ever after this book ends is making it hard for me to breathe.
I hate these two. they found each other and loved each other like breathing. They get their happily ever after and live in some fictional world.
what about me, who cannot breathe without them?
khair...
Blame my mood swings for this emotional crisis. and yes, send me some tissues bcz mine are exhausted.
I love you all.
~a loner and a lover,
BrokenByChoice.