I am in the midst of turmoil.
.There are so many possibilities to the ending of random acts of kindness, that I am at a loss has to proceed.
The benefit of opinion makes this even worse.
I began this story, because a deep, dark part of me had to tell it.
I honestly don't know how I'll finish it, if it is ever really done.
I've been trying to tell the truth, but all writers embellish this, a sordid conspiracy into their own souls.
Norov, Lily, and any others that are brought to life, bring me peace.
I wish to share this, in the hope that others may escape into a fantasy of life, that may never be known otherwise.
I do not expect anything from this, other than that which I've put forth.