This fic, never finished and barely even started, was published in 2014. I was 12.

Since then, I have gone through actual loss and grief. Twice. Both times for people I didn't expect to feel that strongly for at first, but now...

I guess it was a blessing that this was never written. It would have been way more melodramatic, like I was back then. And I don't know if I've improved, as my next fics might show, but I at least have better understanding.

Just wanted to close the book on this stage of my life for good.

New fics coming soon. Hopefully.